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	Current version of The Beautiful South Lyrics Don't Marry Her (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/b/beautiful-south/dont-marry-her/) Current version of the lyrics						Version 1 of The Beautiful South Lyrics Don't Marry Her (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/b/beautiful-south/dont-marry-her/v1...) Version 1 of the lyrics
	Think of you with pipe and slippers						Think of you with pipe and slippers
1	Think of her in bed						Think of her in Bed	1
	Laying there just watching telly						Laying there just watching telly
2	Think        of me instead						Then think of me instead	2
	I'll never grow so old and flabby						I'll never grow so old and flabby
	That could never be						That could never be
3	Don't marry her, fuck me						Don't marry her, love me	3
	And your love light shines like cardboard						And your love light shines like cardboard
	But your work shoes are glistening						But your work shoes are glistening
4	She's a Phd in 'I told you so'						She's a Ph.D in 'I told you so'	4
	You've a knighthood in 'I'm not listening'						You've a knighthood in 'I'm not listening'
	She'll grab your sweaty bollocks						She'll grab your sweaty bollocks
5	And slowly raise her knee						Then slowly raise her knee	5
6	Don't marry her, fuck me						Don't marry her, love me	6
7	And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay						And the Sunday sun shines down	7
8	And you realize you can't make it anyway						on San Francisco bay	8
1							And you realise you can't make it anyway	1
	You have to wash the car						You have to wash the car
	Take the kiddies to the park						Take the kiddies to the park
9							Don't marry her, love me	9
1	Don't marry her, fuck me							1
	Those lovely Sunday mornings						Those lovely Sunday mornings
	With breakfast brought in bed						With breakfast brought in bed
	Those blackbirds look like knitting needles						Those blackbirds look like knitting needles
	Trying to peck your head						Trying to peck your head
	Those birds will peck your soul out						Those birds will peck your soul out
	And throw away the key						And throw away the key
10	Don't marry her, fuck me						Don't marry her, love me	10
	And the kitchen's always tidy						And the kitchen's always tidy
	And the bathroom's always clean						And the bathroom's always clean
	She's a diploma in 'just hiding things'						She's a diploma in 'just hiding things'
	You've a first in 'low esteem'						You've a first in 'low esteem'
	When your socks smell of angels						When your socks smell of angels
11	But your life smells of Brie						But your life smells of brie	11
12	Don't marry her, fuck me						Don't marry her, love me	12
13	And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay						And the Sunday sun shines down	13
14	And you realize you can't make it anyway						on San Francisco bay	14
2							And you realise you can't make it anyway	2
	You have to wash the car						You have to wash the car
	Take the kiddies to the park						Take the kiddies to the park
3							Don't marry her, love me	3
15	Don't marry her, fuck me						And the Sunday sun shines down	15
16							on San Francisco bay	16
17	And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay						And you realise you can't make it anyway	17
2	And you realize you can't make it anyway							2
	You have to wash the car						You have to wash the car
	Take the kiddies to the park						Take the kiddies to the park
18							Don't marry her, love me	18
3	Don't marry her, fuck me							3

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