I wake up in the morning And I comb my hair When I get on the bus I like to sit upstairs Think about nothing I don't give a damn I'm your woman, and You're my man We walk down the aisle Number 17 I won £23 on a fruit machine I wouldn't say you're lucky But I know what I am You're my woman, and I'm your man Ahhhhhhh Ahhhhhhh Ahhhhhhh I am the pillow for to rest your head on I am the wineglass that you're drinking from You are the footprint You are the sand You're my woman, and You're my man