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Don't Marry Her

Beautiful South1996年1月1日

歌詞

Don't Marry Her - Beautiful South

Think of you with pipe and slippers

Think of her in bed

 

Laying there just watching telly

Think of me instead

 

I'll never grow so old and flabby

That could never be

 

Don't marry her f**k me

 

And your love light shines like cardboard

But your work shoes are glistening

 

She's a Phd in 'I told you so'

You've a knighthood in 'I'm not listening'

She'll grab your sweaty bollocks

And slowly raise her knee

Don't marry her f**k me

 

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay

 

And you realize you can't make it anyway

 

You have to wash the car

Take the kiddies to the park

Don't marry her f**k me

 

Those lovely Sunday mornings

With breakfast brought in bed

 

Those blackbirds look like knitting needles

Trying to peck your head

 

Those birds will peck your soul out

And throw away the key

 

Don't marry her f**k me

 

And the kitchen's always tidy

And the bathroom's always clean

 

She's a diploma in 'just hiding things'

You've a first in 'low esteem'

 

When your socks smell of angels

But your life smells of Brie

Don't marry her f**k me

 

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay

 

And you realize you can't make it anyway

 

You have to wash the car

Take the kiddies to the park

 

Don't marry her f**k me

 

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay

 

And you realize you can't make it anyway

 

You have to wash the car

Take the kiddies to the park

Don't marry her f**k me

 

***歌詞來自第三方***