Songtext Pretty girls make graves (troy tate version) von The Smiths

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The sound of the smiths

2008

01. Hand in glove
02. This charming man
03. What difference does it make?
04. Still ill
05. Heaven knows i'm miserable now
06. William, it was really nothing
07. How soon is now?
08. Nowhere fast
09. Shakespeare's sister
10. Barbarism begins at home
11. That joke isn't funny anymore
12. The headmaster ritual
13. The boy with the thorn in his side
14. Rubber ring
15. Bigmouth strikes again
16. There is a light that never goes out
17. Panic
18. The draize train
19. Ask
20. You just haven't earned it yet, baby
21. Shoplifters of the world unite
22. Sheila take a bow
23. Girlfriend in a coma
24. I started something i couldn't finish
25. Last night i dreamt that somebody loved me
26. Jeane
27. Handsome devil
28. This charming man (new york vocal)
29. Wonderful woman
30. Back to the old house
31. These things take time
32. Girl afraid
33. Please, please, please let me get what i want
34. Stretch out and wait
35. Oscillate wildly (instrumental)
36. Meat is murder
37. Asleep
38. Money changes everything
39. The queen is dead / take me back to dear old blighty (medley)
40. Vicar in a tutu
41. Cemetry gates
42. Half a person
43. Sweet and tender hooligan
44. Pretty girls make graves (troy tate version)
45. Stop me if you think you've heard this once before
46. What's the world?
47. London

Pretty girls make graves (troy tate version)

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...