Smiths - Pretty Girls Make Graves Lyrics
Upon the sand, upon the bay"there is a quick and easy way" you sayBefore you illustrateI'd rather state :"i'm not the man you think i amI'm not the man you think i am"And sorrow's native sonHe will not smile for anyoneAnd pretty girls make gravesOh ...End of the pier, end of the bayYou tug my arm, and say : "give in to lust,Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'llSoon be dust ... "Oh, i'm not the man you think i amI'm not the man you think i amAnd sorrow's native sonHe will not rise for anyoneAnd pretty girls make gravesOh ...I could have been wild and i could haveBeen freeBut nature played this trick on meShe wants it nowAnd she will not waitBut she's too roughAnd i'm too delicateThen, on the sandAnother man, he takes her handA smile lights up her stupid face(and well, it would)I lost my faith in womanhoodI lost my faith in womanhoodI lost my faith ...Oh ...Hand in glove ...The sun shines out of our behinds ...Oh ...