If I May - Paul Heaton, Jacqui Abbott

I was taught to believe in just the one love

And here I am, probably on my tenth

But then, following the failure of the fiasco of the first

Nothing after really made much sense

If I may, I’ll fall in love with you

I hope that I’m not saying so too soon

This could be our last chance to kick into touch the blue

It ain’t rocket science, but could fly us to the moon

If I may, I’ll fall in love with you

We gotta get ourselves a ball and chain

I know I’m just the prize that lonely women choose

I’m praying that you’ll maybe do the same

I was the seventh daughter of a man who worked the pits

And though he never ever really said

He toiled and he laboured and he loved this girl to bits

And grafted for this family till he was dead

If I may, I’ll fall in love with you

I cannot promise that you are the first

Every time I’ve loved someone, I’ve given very best

And it seems to me they’ve given very worst

If I may, I’ll fall in love with you

We gotta get ourselves a ball and chain

I know I’m just the prize that lonely women choose

I’m praying that you’ll maybe do the same

And I’ll be singing these blues

Till half the audience are bald

And the other half can’t quite

Remember what the husbands are called

Or I could fill you up with nonsense

Making promises I can’t afford

The stuff we wanna hear

The stories that we tell whenever we’re bored

If I may, I’ll fall in love with you

We gotta get ourselves a ball and chain

I know I’m just the prize that lonely women choose

I’m praying you’ll maybe do the same

I’m praying that you’ll maybe do the same

I’m praying that you’ll maybe do the same…