Smiths - Pretty Girls Make Graves (Tate) lyrics

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Upon the sand, upon the bay <br />

"There is a quick and easy way" you say <br />

Before you illustrate <br />

I'd rather state : <br />

"I'm not the man you think I am <br />

I'm not the man you think I am" <br />

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And Sorrow's native son <br />

He will not smile for anyone <br />

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And Pretty Girls Make Graves <br />

Oh ... <br />

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End of the pier, end of the bay <br />

You tug my arm, and say : "Give in to lust, <br />

Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll <br />

Soon be dust ... "<br />

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Oh, I'm not the man you think I am <br />

I'm not the man you think I am <br />

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And Sorrow's native son <br />

He will not rise for anyone <br />

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And Pretty Girls Make Graves <br />

Oh really ?<br />

Oh ... <br />

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I could have been wild and I could have <br />

Been free <br />

But Nature played this trick on me <br />

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She wants it Now <br />

And she will not wait <br />

But she's too rough <br />

And I'm too delicate <br />

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Then, on the sand <br />

Another man, he takes her hand <br />

A smile lights up her face <br />

(and well, it would) <br />

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I lost my faith in Womanhood <br />

I lost my faith in Womanhood <br />

I lost my faith ... <br />

Oh ... <br />

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Hand in glove ... <br />

The sun shines out of our behinds ... <br />

Oh ...