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?