Pretty Gone

Somebody somewhere must pay

Not you, you just walk away

to the foot of her stairs

She at the top with her head in the clouds

And was she easily lead

Well can you tell me that you were not

You unwashed and undressed

She with her head full of your cigarettes

She is oh

such a pretty one

wrapped up in needlecord and coincidence

And you don`t know what to want

Until it?s gone gone gone

pretty gone

Somebody somewhere must pay

Somebody else will confess all your sins

You?ll be saved

Then you?ll step on that face

She will laugh she will kiss yes and tell

She is gone

she is pretty gone

she?s under your thumb, oh you little man

but you don`t know what you want

Until she?s gone gone gone

Pretty dress

full of nothingness to confess

She is nothing less

She was half way to holiness when you said

Wont you put on your dress

and come down to magazine avenue?

Wont you put on your dress

and come down?