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 anyoneAnd 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 amAnd sorrow's native son
He will not rise for anyoneAnd pretty girls make graves
Oh really ?
Oh...I could have been wild and I could have
Been free
But nature played this trick on meShe wants it now
And she will not wait
But she's too rough
And I'm too delicateThen, 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...
Songwriters
MORRISSEY, STEVEN PATRICK/MARR, JOHNNYPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.