My Liverpool Bride

     Thirty-five years you’ve been my scouse bride.
     Darling I love you.
     Please stay by my side.

     We met in a club, the cavern in fact.
     Darling I love you.
     Please don’t break up our act.

     I approached you, and you remember you screamed.
     Darling I love you.
     Please don’t take my dreams.

     The Beatles played music. I didn’t belong.
     Darling I love you.
     Please help me be strong.

     My health is now failing, my chat up lines gone.
     Darling I love you.
     Please help me hang on

Look after the children, they mean such a lot.
Darling I love you.
Please forget me not.

Of all of my chat lines, it seemed strange that you’d follow.
Darling I love you.
Please, you’re nice do you swallow?