The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
Don’t
I said don’t
Marry a man
Don’t marry a man
Don’t marry a man
Well don’t marry a man with a big cock
Don’t marry a man who might make you rock
Don’t marry a man who’s well endowed
Don’t marry a man who makes you go bow-wow
‘Cos if he makes your thighs burn
You can bet your life no money he’ll earn
Never marry a man who makes you feel nice
Never marry a man who does you splice
Never marry a man never marry a man
Never marry a man who makes you cum
Never marry a man who sticks it up your bum
Never marry a man never marry a man
But if he’s got a nice job
He can even be even be a yob
And if he seems charm to lack
You can even have affairs behind his back
Well when I was a young girl
My thighs they used to burn
But now I am an old girl
It’s money I do yearn
So don’t marry a man
Don’t marry a man
Don’t marry a man
Don’t marry a man
Ooh don’t marry a man
Don’t marry a man
Don’t marry a man
Don’t marry a man