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The Beautiful South Lyrics
Don't Marry Her

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Version 2 of
The Beautiful South Lyrics
Don't Marry Her

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  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
  Don't marry her, fuck me  Don't marry her, fuck me
      
  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
3  She's a Phd in 'I told you so'   She's a Ph.D in 'I told you so' 3
  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
4  And slowly raise her knee   Then slowly raise her knee 4
  Don't marry her, fuck me  Don't marry her, fuck me
      
5  And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay   And the Sunday sun shines down                          5
6  And you realize you can't make it anyway   on San Francisco bay                          6
1  And you realise you can't make it anyway1
  You have to wash the car  You have to wash the car
  Take the kiddies to the park  Take the kiddies to the park
1   1
  Don't marry her, fuck me  Don't marry her, fuck me
      
  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
  Don't marry her, fuck me  Don't marry her, fuck me
      
  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
7  But your life smells of Brie   But your life smells of brie 7
  Don't marry her, fuck me  Don't marry her, fuck me
      
8  And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay   And the Sunday sun shines down                          8
9  And you realize you can't make it anyway   on San Francisco bay                          9
2  And you realise you can't make it anyway2
  You have to wash the car  You have to wash the car
  Take the kiddies to the park  Take the kiddies to the park
2   2
  Don't marry her, fuck me  Don't marry her, fuck me
      
10  And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay   And the Sunday sun shines down                          10
11  And you realize you can't make it anyway   on San Francisco bay                          11
3  And you realise you can't make it anyway3
  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   3
  Don't marry her, fuck me  Don't marry her, fuck me
      


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