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Think of you with a pipe and slippers Think of her in bed Laying there just watching tele Think of me instead I'll never grow so old and flabby That could never be Don't marry her have me Your love life shines of cardboard But your work shoes are glistning shes a Phd and i told you so Your a knight hood and im not listening She'll grab your Sandra Bullocks And slowly raise her knee Don't marry her have me Chorus And the Sunday Sun shines down on san Francisco bay And you realise you can't make it any way You'll have to wash the car take the kids to the park dont marry her have me those lovely Sunday morings 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 have me Chorus |