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PRETTY GIRLS MAKE GRAVES (Troy Tate Demo)
(Morrissey and Marr)

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 roughand I'm too delicate

Then, on the sand
another man, he takes her hand
a smile lights up her 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…

Produced by Troy Tate
Recorded at Elephant Studios, London, August 1983
Cello played by Audrey Riley
Taken from CD-single I Started Something I Couldn't Finish (11/1987)

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