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