(La-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la)
If I was in your shoes
They'd probably be too tight
And if I was your record player
I'd probably play too quiet
And if I was your front porch swing
I'd probably swing too high
With a crochet blanket wrapped up tight around you, thinking
Nobody needs a record player (ooh)
That's why you buy them second-hand (ooh)
We've been around the blocks and all the charity shops (ooh)
Then I found you there and now I understand
You're my beautiful girl
You're my beautiful girl
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Oh-oh
Oh-ooh
Oh-oh
And if I was an 8-ball
I'd give you bad advice
Your lava lamp and yucca plant
I love you more than is right
Nobody needs a record player (ooh)
But to make our house a home (ooh)
Your beauty's in the snaps, the crackles and the pops (ooh)
And you've spoiled my chance for me to dance alone
Yeah, you've spoiled my chance for me to dance alone
With my beautiful girl
You're my beautiful girl
Yeah, you're my beautiful girl
You're my beautiful girl
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah