Beautiful South - Don't Marry Her, аккорды

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