Beautiful South - Don't marry her, fuck me, аккорды

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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  

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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