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roy bailey and leon rosselson - don't get married, girls lyrics

[verse 1]
don’t get married, girls + you’ll sign away your life
you may start off as a woman but you’ll end up as ‘the wife’
you could be a vestal virgin, take the veil and be a nun
but don’t get married, girls, for marriage isn’t fun

[verse 2]
it’s fine when you’re romancing and he plays the lover’s part
you’re the roses in his garden, you’re the flame that warms his heart
and his love will last forever and he’ll promise you the moon
but just wait until you’re wedded then he’ll sing a different tunе
you’re his tapioca pudding, you’re the dumplings in his stеw
and he’ll soon begin to wonder what he ever saw in you
still he takes without complaining all the dishes you provide
but you see he has to have his bit of jam tart on the side

[verse 3]
so don’t get married, girls, it’s very badly paid
you may start off as the mistress but you’ll end up as the maid
be a daring deep+sea diver or a polished polyglot
but don’t get married, girls, for marriage is a plot

[verse 4]
have you seen him in the morning with a face that looks like death
he’s got dandruff on his pillow and tobacco on his breath
and he wants some reassurance with his cup of tea in bed
for he’s got worries with the mortgage and the bald patch on his head
and he’s sure that you’re his mother, lays his head upon your breast
so you try to boost his ego, iron his shirt and warm his vest
then you get him off to work, the mighty hunter is restored
and he leaves you there with nothing but the dreams you can’t afford
[verse 5]
so don’t get married, girls, men are all the same
they just use you when they need you, you’ll do better on the game
be a call girl, be a stripper, be a hostess, be a wh0re
but don’t get married, girls, for marriage is a bore

[verse 6]
when he comes home in the evening he can hardly spare a look
all he says is, what’s for dinner + after all, you’re just the cook
but when he takes you to a party he eyes you with a frown
and you know you’ve got to look your best, you mustn’t let him down
then he’ll clutch you with that ‘look+what+i’ve+got’ twinkle in his eyes
like he’s entered for a raffle and he’s won you for the prize
but when the party’s over you’ll be slogging through the sludge
half the time a decoration and the other half a drudge

[verse 7]
so don’t get married, it’ll drive you round the bend
it’s the lane without a turning, it’s the end without an end
change your lover every friday, take up tennis, be a nurse
but don’t get married, girls, for marriage is a curse

[outro]
then you get him off to work, the mighty hunter is restored
and he leaves you there with nothing but the dreams you can’t afford

- roy bailey and leon rosselson lyrics

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