Pretty Girls Make Graves

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... 



Hand in glove... 

The sun shines out of our behinds... 

Oh...