The Beautiful South - Don't Marry Her (Blue Is The Colour) Think of you with pipe and slippers Think of her in bed Laying there just watching telly Then think of me instead I'll never grow so old and flabby That could never be Don't marry her, fuck m
Blue Is the Colour
2024-11-17 13:37
The Beautiful South Don't Marry Her歌词
The Beautiful South Rotterdam (Or Anywhere)歌词
And the woman tug their hair Like they're trying to prove it won't fall out And all the men are gargoyles Dipped long in Irish stout The whole place is pickled The people are pickles for sure And no-one knows if they've done more here Than they ever