The Smiths

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 ?