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DON'T MARRY HER - THE BEAUTIFUL SOUTH
Tabbed by Dan Taylor and Julian Nimmo
>From the album: "Blue is the colour"
Intro:
C G Fmaj7 G Fmaj7 C D G (X2)
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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