The Smiths - Pretty Girls Make Graves Lyrics

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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

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"

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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 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 in womanhood

I lost my faith

Hand in glove

The sun shines out of our behinds

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