| 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 ... |