Smiths Lyrics

Song: Pretty Girls Make Graves
Upon the sand, upon the bay
There is a quick and easy way you say
Before you illustrate
I壇 rather state :
I知 not the man you think I am
I知 not the man you think I am

And sorrow痴 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値l
Soon be dust ...

Oh, I知 not the man you think I am
I知 not the man you think I am

And sorrow痴 native son
He will not rise for anyone

And pretty girls make graves
Oh really ?
Oh ...

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痴 too rough
And I知 too delicate

Then, on the sand
Another man, he takes her hand
A smile lights up her face
(and well, it would)

I lost my faith in womanhood
I lost my faith in womanhood
I lost my faith ...
Oh ...

Hand in glove ...
The sun shines out of our behinds ...
Oh ...
Pretty Girls Make Graves Lyrics