Lirik Lagu Don't Marry Her - The Beautiful South
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
(Heaton/Rotheray)Think of you with pipe and slippersThink of her in bedLaying there just watching tellyThen think of me instead
I'll never grow so old and flabbyThat could never beDon't marry her, fuck me
And your love light shines like cardboardBut your work shoes are glisteningShe's a PhD in "I told you so"You've a knighthood in "I'm not listening"
She'll grab your sweaty bollocksThen slowly raise her kneeDon't marry her, fuck me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bayAnd you realise you can't make it anywayYou have to wash the carTake the kiddies to the parkDon't marry her, fuck me
Those lovely Sunday morningsWith breakfast brought in bedThose blackbirds look like knitting needlesTrying to peck your head
Those birds will peck your soul outAnd throw away the keyDon't marry her, fuck me
And the kitchen's always tidyAnd the bathroom's always cleanShe's a diploma in "just hiding things"You've a first in "low esteem"
When your socks smell of angelsBut your life smells of BrieDon't marry her, fuck me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bayAnd you realise you can't make it anywayYou have to wash the carTake the kiddies to the parkDon't marry her, fuck me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bayAnd you realise you can't make it anywayYou have to wash the carTake the kiddies to the parkDon't marry her, fuck me
I'll never grow so old and flabbyThat could never beDon't marry her, fuck me
And your love light shines like cardboardBut your work shoes are glisteningShe's a PhD in "I told you so"You've a knighthood in "I'm not listening"
She'll grab your sweaty bollocksThen slowly raise her kneeDon't marry her, fuck me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bayAnd you realise you can't make it anywayYou have to wash the carTake the kiddies to the parkDon't marry her, fuck me
Those lovely Sunday morningsWith breakfast brought in bedThose blackbirds look like knitting needlesTrying to peck your head
Those birds will peck your soul outAnd throw away the keyDon't marry her, fuck me
And the kitchen's always tidyAnd the bathroom's always cleanShe's a diploma in "just hiding things"You've a first in "low esteem"
When your socks smell of angelsBut your life smells of BrieDon't marry her, fuck me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bayAnd you realise you can't make it anywayYou have to wash the carTake the kiddies to the parkDon't marry her, fuck me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bayAnd you realise you can't make it anywayYou have to wash the carTake the kiddies to the parkDon't marry her, fuck me
