• 标题:Pretty Girls Make Graves
  • 歌手:The Smiths
  • 专辑:The Smiths
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    Upon the sand, upon the bay
    "There is a quick and easy way" you say
    Before you illustrate
    I'd rather state :
    "I'm not the man you think I am
    I'm not the man you think I am"
    And Sorrow's native son
    He will not smile for anyone
    And Pretty Girls Make Graves
    Oh ...
    End of the pier, end of the bay
    You tug my arm, and say : "Give in to lust,
    Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll
    Soon be dust ... "
    Oh, I'm not the man you think I am
    I'm not the man you think I am
    He will not rise for anyone
    Oh really ?
    I could have been wild and I could have
    Been free
    But Nature played this trick on me
    She wants it Now
    And she will not wait
    But she's too rough
    And I'm too delicate
    Then, on the sand
    Another man, he takes her hand
    A smile lights up her stupid face
    (and well, it would)
    I lost my faith in Womanhood
    I lost my faith ...
    Hand in glove ...
    The sun shines out of our behinds ...