歌词
Think of you with pipe and slippers
想象你趿着拖鞋抽着烟斗
Think of her in bed
而她却窝在床上
Laying there just watching telly
盯着她的电视
Then think of me instead
再回头想想我
I'll never grow so old and flabby
我永远不会对你厌倦令你厌烦
That could never be
那些冷淡绝不会出现
Don't marry her, f**k me
不要娶她，我需要你！
And your love light s*ines like cardboard
你的幸福像反光的硬纸板
But your work shoes are glistening
你的皮鞋也铮铮发亮
She's a PhD in "I told you so"
她是谆谆教导系的博士
You've a knighthood in "I'm not listening"
而你的信条却是不曾听到
She'll grab your sweaty bollocks
她会揪住混入你体香的借口不放
Then slowly raise her knee
再给你个优雅的提膝挂掌
Don't marry her, f**k me
离开她，来爱我吧！
And the Sunday sun s*ines down on San Francisco bay
旧金山悠长的海岸洒满了阳光
And you realise you can't make it anyway
而你终于发现生活毫无头绪
You have to wash the car
洗车离不开你
Take the kiddies to the park
抱娃散步也离不开你
Don't marry her, f**k me
归去来兮，我爱你！
Those lovely Sunday mornings
周日阳光明媚灿烂
With breakfast brought in bed
床上早餐幸福满满
Those blackbirds look like knitting needles
乌鸦样的情绪支配着你
Trying to peck your head
敲打着你的秃瓢脑壳儿
Those birds will peck your soul out
它们把你的灵魂揪出
And throw away the key
锁闭了门扔了钥匙
Don't marry her, f**k me
让她去找静静，而你只属于我！
And the kitchen's always tidy
厨房窗明几净
And the bathroom's always clean
卫浴一尘不染
She's a diploma in "just hiding things"
她藏东西像羚羊挂角
You've a first in "low esteem"
而你一直风度翩翩
When your socks smell of angels
闻了你的袜子像升天
But your life smells of Brie
生活有一股腐乳的芬芳
Don't marry her, f**k me
与她作别，换做我吧！
And the Sunday sun s*ines down on San Francisco bay
旧金山悠长的海岸洒满了阳光
And you realise you can't make it anyway
而你终于发现生活毫无头绪
You have to wash the car
洗车离不开你
Take the kiddies to the park
抱娃散步也离不开你
Don't marry her, f**k me
让过去过去，把未来交给我吧！
And the Sunday sun s*ines down on San Francisco bay
旧金山悠长的海岸洒满了阳光
And you realise you can't make it anyway
而你终于发现生活毫无头绪
You have to wash the car
洗车离不开你
Take the kiddies to the park
抱娃散步也离不开你
Don't marry her, f**k me
面向大海，春暖花开！ლ(°◕‵ƹ′◕ლ) （For Irene）
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