"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 makes the graves
     End of the pier, end of the bay
     you tug my arm and say:"Give into lust,
     give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll
     soon be dust..."

     But 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

     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
     and 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