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, 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 knitting needles
trying to peck your head
those birds will peck your soul out
and throw away the key
don't marry her, fuck 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 of angels
but your life smells of brie
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
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
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, 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 knitting needles
trying to peck your head
those birds will peck your soul out
and throw away the key
don't marry her, fuck 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 of angels
but your life smells of brie
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
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
The Beautiful South grubunun 1996 yılında yayımladığı "blue is the colour" albümünden " don't marry her ,fuck me " isimli güzide şarkısının sözlerini okudunuz yukarıda. Şarkının video klibini youtube tan da seyredebilrsiniz. Parçayı seslendiren ablayı da yani ...
Bu sabah durup durup dururken (evet ben durup duruyordum ama hayat durmuyor bilakis gözüme soka soka önümden geçiyordu) bu şarkı aklıma geldi.
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