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Lyr Req: Don't Marry Her (from Beautiful South)

wilbyhillbilly 22 Aug 03 - 12:23 PM
George Seto - af221@chebucto.ns.ca 22 Aug 03 - 12:26 PM
jacqui c 22 Aug 03 - 07:43 PM
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Subject: Lyr Req: Don't Marry Her. Beautiful South
From: wilbyhillbilly
Date: 22 Aug 03 - 12:23 PM


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Marry Her. Beautiful South
From: George Seto - af221@chebucto.ns.ca
Date: 22 Aug 03 - 12:26 PM

You can get them here: Sparkgirls


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Subject: Lyr Add: DON'T MARRY HER (from Beautiful South)
From: jacqui c
Date: 22 Aug 03 - 07:43 PM

This is one I used to sing regularly with the correct words

Think of you with pipe and slippers think of her in bed
Laying there just watching telly then think of me instead
I'd never grow so old and flabby, that could never be
Don't marry her, f**k me

Your love life 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 and slowly raise the knee
Don't marry her f**k me

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay
And you realise you can't make it anyway
You've got to wash the car, take the kiddies to the park
Don't marry her f**k 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 f**k 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 like angels but your life smells of Brie
Don't marry her, f**k me

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay
And you realise you can't make it anyway
You've got to wash the car, take the kiddies to the park
Don't marry her f**k me

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay
And you realise you can't make it anyway
You've got to wash the car, take the kiddies to the park
Don't marry her f**k me

you can replace the last line with 'have me' but that doesn't really have the same effect. I love the words to this one. Enjoy


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