Letras
Up on the sand, up on 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 baits
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
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 baits
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 so 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
Hand in hand, the sun shines
Out of our behind