Don't Marry Her (Beautiful South)

		
 C                 G  
Think of you with pipe and slippers 
 Fmaj7           G  
Think of her in bed 
 Fmaj7             C                   D           G  
Laying there just watching telly then think of me instead 
      C             G               Fmaj7            G  
I'll never grow so old and flabby, that could never be 
 Fmaj7       G         C  
Don't marry her, have me 
 
      C                      G  
Your love light shines like cardboard 
          Fmaj7          G  
But your work shoes are glistening 
         Fmaj7     C  
She's a PHD in 'I told you so' 
          D                      G  
You've a knighthood in 'I'm not listening' 
        C                G            Fmaj7            G  
She'll grab your Sandra Bullocks and slowly raise the knee 
 Fmaj7       G         C  
Don't marry her, have me 
 
         C                                 Fmaj7 C  
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay 
        Fmaj7                     C  
 And you realise you can't make it anyway
                                    Fmaj7          C  
You have to wash the car, take the kiddies to the park, 
 Fmaj7       G         C  
Don't marry her, have me 
 
      C             G  
Those lovely Sunday mornings 
     Fmaj7                G  
With breakfast brought in bed 
      Fmaj7                C                D                   G  
Those blackbirds look like knitting needles trying to peck your head 
      C                    G            Fmaj7          G  
Those birds will peck your soul out and throw away the key 
 Fmaj7       G         C  
Don't marry her, have me 
 
        C                G  
And the kitchen's always tidy 
     Fmaj7             G  
The bathroom's always clean 
 Fmaj7                    C                        D     G  
She's a diploma in 'just hiding things', you've a first in 
'low esteem' 
          C              G                Fmaj7          G  
When your socks smell of angels, but your life smells of Brie 
 Fmaj7       G         C  
Don't marry her, have me 
 
         C                                 Fmaj7 C  
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay 
        Fmaj7                     C  
And you realise you can't make it anyway 
                                   Fmaj7          C  
You have to wash the car, take the kiddies to the park, 
 Fmaj7       G         C  
Don't marry her, have me 
 
        C                                 Fmaj7 C  
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay 
        Fmaj7                     C  
And you realise you can't make it anyway 
                                    Fmaj7          C  
You have to wash the car, take the kiddies to the park, 
 Fmaj7       G         C  
Don't marry her, have me
	

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