I'll never be your Mr Right 
Glen Cooper     

I took cocktails, with lonely Abigail
When our ship was set to sail
She sighed, "Ah swell.
Ain't this like a fairy tail?"
I said "My life was hell,
Until you turned up at my gate."
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 And you were never ever my Miss Perfect
 I'll never be your Mr Right   
 At least we've got to know each other
 At least we are together here tonight
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I took sweet tea with Leslie
In a café in Chelsea
She looked at me intensely
Said, "Do you like, my dear, Elvis Presley?"
I said "my life was messy,
Until you turned up at my gate."
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I drank sherry, with handsome Mary
Who’s hair was distant cherry
She occupied the dairy
I said, “Mary… Please be wary
Of the Home Secretary
If he turns up at your gate.”
Because my heart
is yours forever