HELLO
I am the ghost of Troubled Joe
hung by his pretty
Shyness is nice, but shyness can stop you
From doing all
I would rather not go
back to the old house
I would
Sweetness, sweetness
I was only joking when I said I'd
A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the
Girl afraid
where does his intentions lay?
Or does he even have
Golden lights displaying your name
Golden lights it's a terrible shame
But
Hand in glove
the sun shines out of our behinds
No it's
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
but
Bought on stolen wine
A nod was the first step
You knew
Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my
Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la
I won't share you, no
I won't share you
With the drive
And
Jeane
The low-life has lost its appeal
And I'm tired
Smoke
Lingers 'round your fingers
Train
Heave on - to Euston
Do you think
» More on The Smiths