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?