Beautiful South The Don`t Marry Her Lyrics

Don`t Marry Her Lyrics

(heaton/rotheray)

 Think of you with pipe and slippers

 Think of her in bed

 Laying there just watching telly

 Then think of me instead

 

 I'll never grow so old and flabby

 That could never be

 Don't marry her, fuck 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

 Then slowly raise her knee

 Don't marry her, fuck me

 

 And the sunday sun shines down on san francisco bay

 And you realise you can't make it anyway

 You have to wash the car

 Take the kiddies to the park

 Don't marry her, fuck 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, fuck 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, fuck me

 

 And the sunday sun shines down on san francisco bay

 And you realise you can't make it anyway

 You have to wash the car

 Take the kiddies to the park

 Don't marry her, fuck me

 

 And the sunday sun shines down on san francisco bay

 And you realise you can't make it anyway

 You have to wash the car

 Take the kiddies to the park

 Don't marry her, fuck me