Beautiful South - Don't Marry Her Lyrics
(heaton/rotheray)Think of you with pipe and slippersThink of her in bedLaying there just watching tellyThen think of me insteadIll never grow so old and flabbyThat could never beDont marry her, ***** meAnd your love light shines like cardboardBut your work shoes are glisteningShes a phd in I told you soYouve a knighthood in Im not listeningShell grab your sweaty bollocksThen slowly raise her kneeDont marry her, ***** meAnd the sunday sun shines down on san francisco bayAnd you realise you cant make it anywayYou have to wash the carTake the kiddies to the parkDont marry her, ***** meThose lovely sunday morningsWith breakfast brought in bedThose blackbirds look like knitting needlesTrying to peck your headThose birds will peck your soul outAnd throw away the keyDont marry her, ***** meAnd the kitchens always tidyAnd the bathrooms always cleanShes a diploma in just hiding thingsYouve a first in low esteemWhen your socks smell of angelsBut your life smells of brieDont marry her, ***** meAnd the sunday sun shines down on san francisco bayAnd you realise you cant make it anywayYou have to wash the carTake the kiddies to the parkDont marry her, ***** meAnd the sunday sun shines down on san francisco bayAnd you realise you cant make it anywayYou have to wash the carTake the kiddies to the parkDont marry her, ***** me
