The Smiths - Pretty girls make graves

^BmUpon the ^F#msand, upon the ^Dbay^{A Bm}"There is a ^F#mquick and easy ^Dway" you ^Asay Before you ^Bmillustrate ^F#mI'd rather ^Dstate:^{A Bm}"I'm not the ^F#mman you think I ^Dam ^AI'm ^Bmnot the man you ^F#mthink I ^Dam"^A

And ^BmSorrow's ^F#mnati^Dve ^Ason He ^Bmwill not smile fo^F#mr any^Done^A And ^BmPretty ^F#mGirls Make ^DGra^Aves ^C#mOh..^A. ^{C#m A C#m Ab}

^BmEnd of the ^F#mpier, end of the ^Dbay ^AYou ^Bmtug my arm, and ^F#msay: "Gi^Dve in to ^Alust, Give ^Bmup to lust,^F#m oh ^Dheaven knows we'll ^ASoon be ^Ddust... "

Oh, ^BmI'm not the ^F#mman you think I ^Dam ^AI'm ^Bmnot the man you ^F#mthink I ^Dam^A And ^BmSorrow's ^F#mnati^Dve ^Ason He ^Bmwill not rise fo^F#mr any^Done^A And ^BmPretty ^F#mGirls Make ^DGra^Aves ^C#mOh..^A. ^{C#m A C#m Ab}

^BmI could have ^F#mbeen wild and I ^Dcould have Been ^Afree But ^BmNature played this ^F#mtrick on m^De ^AShe wants it ^BmNow And she will not ^F#mwait But she's too ^Drough And I'm too d^Aelicate ^BmThen, on the ^F#msand A^Dnother man, ^Ahe takes her ^Bmhand ^F#mA smile lights ^Dup her stupid ^Aface (and ^Bmwell, it ^F#mwould) I ^Dlost my faith in ^AWomanhood I ^Bmlost my faith in ^F#mWomanhood I ^Dlost my ^Afaith... ^C#mOh..^A. ^{C#m A C#m Ab}