Beautiful South The - 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, f** me And your love light shines like cardboard But your work shoes are glistening She's a PhD 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, f** me When the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay And you know that you can't have it anyway You gotta wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, f** 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, f** 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, f** me And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay And you realize you can't make it anyway You have to wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, f** me And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay And you realize you can't make it anyway You have to wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, f** me