Cole Lloyd & The Commotions Pretty Gone
Somebody somewhere must pay
Not you you just walk away to the foot ofher 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
Won't you put on your dress and come down to Magazine
Avenue?
Won't you put on your dress and come down?