Pretty Girls Make Graves (Troy Tate Version) Lyrics & Tabs by The Smiths
Pretty Girls Make Graves (Troy Tate Version)
guitar chords lyrics
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."
I'm not the man you think I am
I'm not the man you think I am
Oh heaven knows we'll soon be dust."
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
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...
