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

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?