The Smiths

So goodbye
Please stay with your own kind
And I'll stay with mine
There's something against us
It's not time, it's not time
So goodbye, goodbye..

I know I need hardly say
How much I love your casual way
Oh but please put your tongue away
A little higher and we're well away
The dark nights are drawing in
And your humour is as black as them
I look at yours, you laugh at mine
And love is just a miserable lie
You have destroyed my flower-like life
Not once, twice
You have corrupt my innocent mind
Not once, twice
I recognise that mystical air
It means: "I'd like to seize your underwear"
I know that wind-swept mystical air
It means: "I'd like to see your underwear"
What do we get for our trouble and pain
Just a rented room in Whalley Range
What do we get for our trouble and pain
Whalley Range
Into the depths of the criminal world
I followed her..

I need advice, I need advice
I need advice, I need advice
Nobody ever looks at me twice
Nobody ever looks at me twice

I'm just a country-mile behind the world
I'm just a country-mile behind the whole world

Take me when you go
I need advice, I need advice