Pretty Girls Make Graves Lyrics - The Smiths - The Smiths

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" 

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? 

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 

Hand in glove 

The sun shines out of our behinds