Don't marry her, fuck me — аккорды для укулеле
Аккорды:
G
F
C
D7
С G
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
С G
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