Текст (слова) песни: Smiths, The - Pretty Girls Make Graves (BBC)
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 And Sorrow`s native son He will not rise for anyone And Pretty Girls Make Graves 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`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 in Womanhood I lost my faith ... Oh ... Hand in glove ... The sun shines out of our behinds ... Oh ...
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