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30 de nov. de 2019 · Perhaps that added frisson is what makes “Don’t Marry Her” one of my favourite Beautiful South songs, and indeed one of my favourite songs of the 1990s. You might need to listen to this track twice…once for the humour in the lyrics and once to fully appreciate Jacqui Abbott’s velvety-smooth voice…but please do listen to this great song from (gulp) nearly quarter of a century ago.
You've a First in low esteem. When your socks smell of angels. But your life smells of Brie. Don't marry her, have me. And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay. And you realise you can't make it anyway. You have to wash the car. Take the kiddies to the park. Don't marry her, have me.
About Don't Marry Her "Don't Marry Her" is a song by The Beautiful South and the opening track on their album Blue is the Colour. Vocalist Jacqui Abbott begs a man to run away with her from the woman he is going to marry, and attempts to sway him by describing what she thinks married life with the other woman will be like, painting a very uninviting picture.
Diese Amseln sind ihre Stricknadeln. Und die fressen Dir die Seele raus, sperren Dich ein und schmeißen den Schlüssel weg. Das Bad wird immer sauber sein,und die Küche immer aufgeräumt. Sie hat ein Diplom im Untern-Teppich-kehren,und Du ‘ne Eins im Verachten. Deine Socken riechen wie Engel.
About Don't Marry Her "Don't Marry Her" is a song by The Beautiful South and the opening track on their album Blue is the Colour. Vocalist Jacqui Abbott begs a man to run away with her from the woman he is going to marry, and attempts to sway him by describing what she thinks married life with the other woman will be like, painting a very uninviting picture.
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When your socks smell of angels. But your life smells of Brie. Don't marry her, fuck me. And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay. And you realise you can't make it anyway. You have to wash the car. Take the kiddies to the park. Don't marry her, fuck me. And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay.
