Аккорды The Beautiful South - Don't Marry Her

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C                 G
Think of you with pipe and slippers
F               G
Think of her in bed  
F                  C              
Laying there just watching telly  
  D7           G
think of me in stead
     C              G              
I'll never grow so old and flabby, 
 F               G
that could never be  
F           G         C
Don't marry her, fuck me  

     C                      G
Your love light shines like cardboard
         F              G
But your work shoes are glistening
        F          C
She's a PHD in 'I told you so'
         D7                     G
You've a knighthood in 'I'm not listening'
       C                 G      
She'll grab your Sandra Bullocks 
       F               G
and slowly raise the knee
F           G          C
Don't marry her, have me  

        C                                  F     C
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay  
         F            
And you realise you can't make it anyway
     C                   
You have to wash the car, 
           F              C
take the kiddies to the park,
F            G         C
Don't marry her, have me  

   С                 G
Those lovely Sunday mornings
     F               G
With breakfast brought in bed  
       F                  C                
Those blackbirds look like knitting needles 
D7             G
trying to peck your head
     C                     G        
Those birds will peck your soul out 
    F               G
and throw away the key  
F           G         C
Don't marry her, fuck me  

      C                    G
And the kitchen's always tidy
    F              G  
The bathroom's always clean
          F              C              
She's a diploma in 'just hiding things', 
            D7             G
you've a first in 'low esteem'
          C                 G    
When your socks smell of angels, 
         F               G
but your life smells of Brie
F        G             C
Don't marry her, have me  

        C                                F        C
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay  
         F            
And you realise you can't make it anyway
     C                   
You have to wash the car, 
           F              C
take the kiddies to the park,
F            G         C
Don't marry her, have me  

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