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Don't Marry Her

アーティスト:The Beautiful South  アルバム:Gold  作詞:HEATON PAUL DAVID/ROTHERAY DAVID RICARDO  作曲:HEATON PAUL DAVID/ROTHERAY DAVID RICARDO 

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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, 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


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