Pretty Girls Make Graves (Troy Tate Version) The Smiths
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[Verse 1: Morrissey]
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
[Chorus: Morrissey]
And sorrow's native son
He will not smile for anyone
And pretty girls make graves
[Post-Chorus: Morrissey]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Verse 2: Morrissey]
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
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
[Chorus: Morrissey]
And sorrow's native son
He will not smile for anyone
And pretty girls make graves
[Post-Chorus: Morrissey]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Verse 2: Morrissey]
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
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