Knees of My Heart

How do I begin, where do I start? When did you first scrape the knees of my heart? You said you would never marry a musician I said, "That's all right 'cause I ain't good enough to be one." You dragged this basket case in out of the dark And I fell for you from the knees of my heart The Registrar's Office was a bold council gray I slipped the ring on your finger; it's there to this day Oakington Avenue, corn flakes and jam I sprayed your Anglia black, but it still looks like a pram You got the face of an angel; I felt Cupid's dart All the way down to the knees of my heart You love me, you hate me You move me, you irritate me When I go over the top, you always drag me back You fill in all the cracks; I guess opposites attract And I'm glad of that Down by the river where the humming birds hum I bought you a house with a burglar alarm system You're honest, you're faithful, you're loyal and true Where would I be if it was not for you? For always and ever till death do us part I will love you from the knees of my heart