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Artist - The Beautiful South
Song - Dont Marry Her
Album - "Blue Is The Colour"
Tabbed By JINX
Intro
C G Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C D G
e|--0--3—-x-----0--x----0--x--3-----------------------------
B|--3--2—-x-----3--x----3--0--2-----------------------------
G|--2--0—-3-----2--3----2--0--0-----------------------------
D|--0--0—-2-----0--2----0--2--0-----------------------------
A|--1--0—-1-----1—-1----1--3--0-----------------------------
E|--0--3—-0-----0--0----0--1--3-----------------------------
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
