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Video Karaoke Don't Marry Her - The Beautiful South - Karaoke Canzoni

Questa base è una cover di Don't Marry Her resa famosa da The Beautiful South

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Tempo: variabile (attorno a 100 BPM)

Stessa tonalità dell'originale: DO

Durata: 03:22 - Anteprima: 01:31

TESTO ESPLICITO

Data di rilascio: 1996
Generi: Pop, Rock, In inglese
Autore originale: Paul Heaton, David Ricardo Rotheray

Tutti i File scaricabili sono basi,non la versone originale del brano.

Testo De Don't Marry Her

Think of you with pipe and slippers think of her in bed
Laying there just watching telly think of me instead
I'll never grow so old and flabby that could never be don't marry her, fuck me
And your love life 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, fuck me
When the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay
And you realise you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car take the kiddies to the park don't marry her, fuck 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, fuck 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, fuck me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay
And you realise you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car take the kiddies to the park don't marry her, fuck me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay
And you realise you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car take the kiddies to the park don't marry her, fuck me

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