Dont Marry Her lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Don t Marry Her lyrics 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 Ph.D 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 song lyrics