كلمات 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 is 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 halfway 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?