CThink of you with Gpipe and slippers

Fmaj7think of her in Gbed.

Fmaj7Laying there just Cwatching telly

then Dthink of me inGstead.

I'll Cnever grow so Gold and flabby,

Fmaj7that could never Gbe.

Fmaj7Don't marry Gher, fuck Cme!

Your Clove light shines like Gcardboard,

but your Fmaj7work shoes are Gglistening.

She’s a Fmaj7PHD in “I Ctold you so”,

you’ve a Dknighthood in “I’m not Glistening”.

She’ll Cgrab your sweaty Gbollocks

and Fmaj7slowly raise the Gknee.

Fmaj7Don’t marry Gher, fuck Cme!

Those Clovely Sunday Gmornings

with Fmaj7breakfast brought in Gbed.

Those Fmaj7blackbirds look like Cknitting needles

Dtrying to peck your Ghead.

Those Cbirds will peck your Gsoul out

and Fmaj7throw away the Gkey.

Fmaj7Don’t marry Gher, fuck Cme!

And the Ckitchen’s always Gtidy,

the Fmaj7bathroom’s always Gclean.

She’s a Fmaj7diploma in “just Chiding things”,

you’ve a Dfirst in “low Gesteem”.

When your Csocks smell of Gangels,

but your Fmaj7life smells of GBrie.

Fmaj7Don’t marry Gher, fuck Cme!