Dont Get Married

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   Don't get married girl, You'll 
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sign away your life
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   You may start off as a woman,  
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But you'll end up as the wife
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   You could be a Vestal Virgin,  
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Take the veil and be a nun
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   But don't get married girl,  
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For marraige isn't fun
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   Oh it's fine when you're 
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romancing, And he plays the lovers 
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part
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   You're the roses in his garden,
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 You're the flame that warms his 
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heart
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   And his love will last forever,
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  And he'll promise you the moon
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   But just wait until you're 
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wedded,  Then he'll sing a 
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different tune
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   You're his tapioca pudding,   
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You're the dumplings in his stew
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   But he'll soon begin to wonder,
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  What he ever saw in you
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   Sure he takes without 
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complaining,  All the dishes you 
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provide
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   For you see he's got to have,  
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His bit of jam tart,   On the side

      Em                           
   So don't get married girls,  
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It's very badly paid
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   You may start off as the 
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mistress,  But you'll end up as 
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the maid
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          Em                       
   Be a daring deep sea diver,    
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Be a polished polyglot
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   But don't get married girls,  
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For marriage is a plot
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   Aarh you seen him in  the 
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morning,  With a face that looks 
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like death
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   With dandruff on his pillow,  
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And tobacco on his breath
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   And he needs some reassurance, 
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  With his cup of tea in bed
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   For he's worried by the 
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mortgage,  And the bald patch on his
 head
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   And he's sure that you're his 
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mother,  Lays his head upon your 
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breast
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   So you try to boost his ego,  
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Iron his shirt,  And warm his vest
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   Then you get him off to work,  
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 The mighty hunter is restored
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   And he leaves you there with 
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nothing,  But the dreams you can't
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 afford

       Em                      
   So don't get married girls,  
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'Cause men are all the same
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   They'll just use you, When  they
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 want you, You'd do better on the 
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game
         Em                        
   Be a call girl,  Be a stripper, 
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 Be a hostess,   Be a whore
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   But don't get married girls,  
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For marriage is a bore
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   When he comes home in the 
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evening,   He can hardly spare a 
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look
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   All he says is ''What's for 
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dinner?'',  After all you're just 
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the cook
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   But when he takes you to a 
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party,  Where he eye's you with a 
frown
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   For you know you've got to look
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 your best,  You mustn't let him 
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down
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   And he'll clutch you with that 
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look,While 'ere's that twinkle in 
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his eyes
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   Like he's entered for a raffle,
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   And he's won you for the prize
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   Ahh but when the partys over,  
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You'll be slogging through the 
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sludge
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   Half the time a decoration,    
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The other half,  A drudge

       Em                       
   So don't get married,   It'll 
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drive you round the bend
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   It's a lane without a turning, 
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 It's the end without an end
           Em                      
   Take a lover every friday,  Take
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 up tennis,  Be a nurse
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   But don't get married girls,   
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For marriage is a curse
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   Then you get him off to work,  
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The mighty hunter is restored
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   And he leaves you there with 
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nothing,  But the dreams you can't
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 afford