歌曲 | Don't Marry Her |
歌手 | The Beautiful South |
专辑 | Solid Bronze - Great Hits |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Paul Heaton & Dave Rotheray |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Heaton, Rotheray |
[00:14.10] | Think of you with pipe and slippers |
[00:21.54] | Think of her in bed |
[00:23.45] | Laying there just watching telly |
[00:26.73] | Then think of me instead |
[00:28.70] | I'll never grow so old and flabby |
[00:31.48] | That could never be |
[00:33.82] | Don't marry her, for me |
[00:37.86] | And your love light shines like cardboard |
[00:40.81] | But your work shoes are glistening |
[00:43.28] | She's a PhD in "I told you so" |
[00:45.60] | You've a knighthood in "I'm not listening" |
[00:47.70] | She'll grab your sweaty bollocks |
[00:50.29] | Then slowly raise her knee |
[00:52.72] | Don't marry her, for me |
[00:56.70] | And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay |
[01:02.08] | And you realise you can't make it anyway |
[01:06.67] | You have to wash the car |
[01:09.20] | Take the kiddies to the park |
[01:12.27] | Don't marry her, for me |
[01:17.08] | Those lovely Sunday mornings |
[01:19.67] | With breakfast brought in bed |
[01:22.00] | Those blackbirds look like knitting needles |
[01:24.33] | Trying to peck your head |
[01:26.75] | Those birds will peck your soul out |
[01:29.21] | And throw away the key |
[01:31.48] | Don't marry her, for me |
[01:35.85] | And the kitchen's always tidy |
[01:38.80] | And the bathroom's always clean |
[01:40.64] | She's a diploma in "just hiding things" |
[01:43.19] | You've a first in "low esteem" |
[01:45.46] | When your socks smell of angels |
[01:47.83] | But your life smells of Brie |
[01:50.77] | Don't marry her, for me |
[01:55.11] | And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay |
[02:00.02] | And you realise you can't make it anyway |
[02:04.05] | You have to wash the car |
[02:07.09] | Take the kiddies to the park |
[02:09.51] | Don't marry her, for me |
[02:17.51] | |
[02:52.25] | And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay |
[02:58.82] | And you realise you can't make it anyway |
[03:04.08] | You have to wash the car |
[03:05.93] | Take the kiddies to the park |
[03:08.33] | Don't marry her, for me |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Paul Heaton Dave Rotheray |
[00:01.00] | zuo ci : Heaton, Rotheray |
[00:14.10] | Think of you with pipe and slippers |
[00:21.54] | Think of her in bed |
[00:23.45] | Laying there just watching telly |
[00:26.73] | Then think of me instead |
[00:28.70] | I' ll never grow so old and flabby |
[00:31.48] | That could never be |
[00:33.82] | Don' t marry her, for me |
[00:37.86] | And your love light shines like cardboard |
[00:40.81] | But your work shoes are glistening |
[00:43.28] | She' s a PhD in " I told you so" |
[00:45.60] | You' ve a knighthood in " I' m not listening" |
[00:47.70] | She' ll grab your sweaty bollocks |
[00:50.29] | Then slowly raise her knee |
[00:52.72] | Don' t marry her, for me |
[00:56.70] | And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay |
[01:02.08] | And you realise you can' t make it anyway |
[01:06.67] | You have to wash the car |
[01:09.20] | Take the kiddies to the park |
[01:12.27] | Don' t marry her, for me |
[01:17.08] | Those lovely Sunday mornings |
[01:19.67] | With breakfast brought in bed |
[01:22.00] | Those blackbirds look like knitting needles |
[01:24.33] | Trying to peck your head |
[01:26.75] | Those birds will peck your soul out |
[01:29.21] | And throw away the key |
[01:31.48] | Don' t marry her, for me |
[01:35.85] | And the kitchen' s always tidy |
[01:38.80] | And the bathroom' s always clean |
[01:40.64] | She' s a diploma in " just hiding things" |
[01:43.19] | You' ve a first in " low esteem" |
[01:45.46] | When your socks smell of angels |
[01:47.83] | But your life smells of Brie |
[01:50.77] | Don' t marry her, for me |
[01:55.11] | And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay |
[02:00.02] | And you realise you can' t make it anyway |
[02:04.05] | You have to wash the car |
[02:07.09] | Take the kiddies to the park |
[02:09.51] | Don' t marry her, for me |
[02:17.51] | |
[02:52.25] | And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay |
[02:58.82] | And you realise you can' t make it anyway |
[03:04.08] | You have to wash the car |
[03:05.93] | Take the kiddies to the park |
[03:08.33] | Don' t marry her, for me |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Paul Heaton Dave Rotheray |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : Heaton, Rotheray |
[00:14.10] | Think of you with pipe and slippers |
[00:21.54] | Think of her in bed |
[00:23.45] | Laying there just watching telly |
[00:26.73] | Then think of me instead |
[00:28.70] | I' ll never grow so old and flabby |
[00:31.48] | That could never be |
[00:33.82] | Don' t marry her, for me |
[00:37.86] | And your love light shines like cardboard |
[00:40.81] | But your work shoes are glistening |
[00:43.28] | She' s a PhD in " I told you so" |
[00:45.60] | You' ve a knighthood in " I' m not listening" |
[00:47.70] | She' ll grab your sweaty bollocks |
[00:50.29] | Then slowly raise her knee |
[00:52.72] | Don' t marry her, for me |
[00:56.70] | And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay |
[01:02.08] | And you realise you can' t make it anyway |
[01:06.67] | You have to wash the car |
[01:09.20] | Take the kiddies to the park |
[01:12.27] | Don' t marry her, for me |
[01:17.08] | Those lovely Sunday mornings |
[01:19.67] | With breakfast brought in bed |
[01:22.00] | Those blackbirds look like knitting needles |
[01:24.33] | Trying to peck your head |
[01:26.75] | Those birds will peck your soul out |
[01:29.21] | And throw away the key |
[01:31.48] | Don' t marry her, for me |
[01:35.85] | And the kitchen' s always tidy |
[01:38.80] | And the bathroom' s always clean |
[01:40.64] | She' s a diploma in " just hiding things" |
[01:43.19] | You' ve a first in " low esteem" |
[01:45.46] | When your socks smell of angels |
[01:47.83] | But your life smells of Brie |
[01:50.77] | Don' t marry her, for me |
[01:55.11] | And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay |
[02:00.02] | And you realise you can' t make it anyway |
[02:04.05] | You have to wash the car |
[02:07.09] | Take the kiddies to the park |
[02:09.51] | Don' t marry her, for me |
[02:17.51] | |
[02:52.25] | And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay |
[02:58.82] | And you realise you can' t make it anyway |
[03:04.08] | You have to wash the car |
[03:05.93] | Take the kiddies to the park |
[03:08.33] | Don' t marry her, for me |