Pretty Gone Songtext
von Lloyd Cole

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
Wash 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 needle cord and coincidence
And you don′t know what to want
Till it's gone, gone, gone, pretty gone

Somebody somewhere must pay
Somebody else will confess all your sins
You′ll be saved and you'll step on that face
She will laugh, she will kiss you until she is gone
She is pretty gone


She's under your thumb
Oh you little man
And you don′t know what you want
Till 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
Won't you put on your dress and come down
To Magazine Avenue
Won′t you put on your dress and come down
Won't you put on your dress and come down
To Magazine Avenue
Won′t you put on your dress and come down