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[Couplet 1] I met you back in two thousand-ish, Trafford Centre, bright lights, A text-chat favor for my best mate turned into my best night. First time I saw you, I thought “wow”—you looked unreal, And yeah, your “assets” were noticeable… still our standing joke, for real. Our first date felt awkward for you, like you didn’t belong with me, But I swear you looked so beautiful, it’s burned into my memory. And when it finally happened, “The Beach” played in the room, That moment felt timeless… and joy arrived like perfume. [Refrain] Nicola “Pickles” Edwards, you’re my chaos and my calm, My laugh-out-loud forever girl, the safest place I’ve found. We banter hard, we love harder—after all these years, it’s true, Happy Valentine, my Pickles… I’m still mad about you. [Couplet 2] You came with two kids, Rob and Carmel, and I took that on with pride, Rob turned out the best mate anyone could have by their side. And Carmel, with her mischievous past and that spark in her eyes, Grew into an incredible mum — strong, steady, and wise. Since becoming a mother, her care and maturity shine through, Handling hard days with grace — I see so much of you. You did the rave scene, all that life—I couldn’t keep up, I’ll admit, I’m jealous of those stories, babe… you were built for it. We grew up on Manchester sounds, nineties into two-thousands loud, You’ve got Prince in your veins, while my playlists are a mixed-up crowd. And now there’s Pops (Poppy-Mai) and Jaxxon — your heart on display, Those grandkids mean everything to you, more than words could ever say. [Refrain] Nicola “Pickles” Edwards, you’re my chaos and my calm, My laugh-out-loud forever girl, the safest place I’ve found. We banter hard, we love harder—after all these years, it’s true, Happy Valentine, my Pickles… I’m still mad about you. [Pont] We’ve been everywhere—France and Turkey, Spain and Egypt’s heat, Sharm el-Sheikh, Vietnam, Mexico—new skies beneath our feet. Ukraine and New York — memories written deep inside our skin, And we made fools of ourselves in cocktail bars under city lights. We’ve had the hard stuff too—my epilepsy, my mental health days, And you’ve never walked away, you’ve held me through the shakes. You’re the helper, the doer, the carer, the “I’ll sort it” kind of queen, While I overthink for ages… and you just get up and intervene. [Refrain final] Nicola “Pickles” Edwards, you’re my chaos and my calm, My laugh-out-loud forever girl, the safest place I’ve found. We banter hard, we love harder—after all these years, it’s true, Happy Valentine, my Pickles… I’m still mad about you. [Outro] And if you say you don’t snore… babe, I’ve got twenty years of proof, All my love, always… Richard.
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