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"

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, have me

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 Sandra Bullocks and slowly raise the knee Don't marry her, have 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, have 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, have me

And the kitchen's always tidy 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, have 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, have me

<Instrumental break>

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, have me