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Pretty GoneSomebody somewhere must payNot you, you just walk away To the foot of her stairs She at the top with her head in the clouds Was she easily led? 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 'Til 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 she and tell She is gone, she is pretty gone She's under your thumb Oh you little man And you don't know what you want 'Til 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 Won't you put on your dress And come down to Magazine Avenue Won't you put on your dress and come down? |