Song | Pretty Girls Make Graves |
Artist | The Smiths |
Album | The Smiths Complete |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Marr, 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" | |
And Sorrow's native son | |
He will not smile for anyone | |
And Pretty Girls Make Graves | |
Oh ... | |
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 ? | |
Oh ... | |
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 ... | |
Oh ... |
zuo ci : Marr, 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" | |
And Sorrow' s native son | |
He will not smile for anyone | |
And Pretty Girls Make Graves | |
Oh ... | |
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 ? | |
Oh ... | |
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 ... | |
Oh ... |
zuò cí : Marr, 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" | |
And Sorrow' s native son | |
He will not smile for anyone | |
And Pretty Girls Make Graves | |
Oh ... | |
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 ? | |
Oh ... | |
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 ... | |
Oh ... |