The Smiths
The Smiths - Pretty Girls Make Graves songtekst
Je score:
"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