Pretty Girls Make Graves lyrics translation: SMITHS Pretty Girls Make Graves song texte and letras SMITHS Pretty Girls Make Graves tab, paroles and testo SMITHS Pretty Girls Make Graves Karaoke and Music Video - none yet
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 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)