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Upon the sand, the bay
"There is a quick and way", you say
you illustrate
I'd state

I'm not the man you I am
I'm not the man you I am
And native son
He will not smile for
And pretty girls make

End of the pier, end of the bay
You tug my arm, and say, "Give in to
Give up to lust, oh Heaven
soon be dust"

Oh, I'm not the man you I am
I'm not the man you I am
And native son
He will not rise for
And pretty make graves

Oh

I could have been and I could have been free
But played this trick on me
She wants it now and she will not
But too rough and I'm too delicate

on the sand
Another man, he takes her
A smile lights up her face
And well, it

I lost my faith in
I my faith in womanhood
I my faith

in glove
The sun shines out of our