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 ...