Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
I see the way you look
An angel must have prayed!
I eat the food you cook...
Late night’s long to come – don’t care
For God wiling I’ll be there
Looking at my lady love...
