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Dont marry her — Beautiful South

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DON'T MARRY HER - THE BEAUTIFUL SOUTH

Tabbed by Dan Taylor and Julian Nimmo

>From the album: "Blue is the colour"

Intro:

C G Fmaj7 G Fmaj7 C D G (X2)

C G

Think of you with pipe and slippers

Fm G

Think of her in bed

Fm C D G

Laying there just watching telly then think of me instead

C G Fm G

I'll never grow so old and flabby, that could never be

Fm G C

Don't marry her, have me

C G

Your love light shines like cardboard

Fm G

But your work shoes are glistening

Fm C

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

D G

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

C G Fm G

She'll grab your Sandra Bullocks and slowly raise the knee

Fm G C

Don't marry her, have me

C Fm C

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay

Fm C

And you realise you can't make it anyway

Fm C

You have to wash the car, take the kiddies to the park,

Fm G C

Don't marry her, have me

C G

Those lovely Sunday mornings

Fm G

With breakfast brought in bed

Fm C D G

Those blackbirds look like knitting needles trying to peck your head

C G Fm G

Those birds will peck your soul out and throw away the key

Fm G C

Don't marry her, have me

C G

And the kitchen's always tidy

Fm G

The bathroom's always clean

Fm C D G

She's a diploma in 'just hiding things', you've a first in 'low esteem'

C G Fm G

When your socks smell of angels, but your life smells of Brie

Fm G C

Don't marry her, have me

C Fm C

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay

Fm C

And you realise you can't make it anyway

Fm C

You have to wash the car, take the kiddies to the park,

Fm G C

Don't marry her, have me

C Fm C

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay

Fm C

And you realise you can't make it anyway

Fm C

You have to wash the car, take the kiddies to the park,

Fm G C

Don't marry her, have me