Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pretty Girls Make Graves, artist - The Smiths. Date of issue: 25.06.2001
Song language: English
Pretty Girls Make Graves |
| 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, 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’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… |