The Smiths
Shakespeare's Sister
Young bones groan
And the rocks below say：
'throw your skinny body down, son !'
But i'm going to meet the one i love
So please don't stand in my way
Because i'm going to meet the one i love
No, mamma, let me go !
Young bones groan
And the rocks below say :
'throw your white body down !'
But i'm going to meet the one i love
At last ! at last ! at last !
I'm going to meet the one i love
La-de-da, la-de-da
No, mamma, let me go !
No ...
I thought that if you had
An acoustic guitar
Then it meant that you were
A protest singer
Oh, i can smile about it now
But at the time it was terrible
No, mamma, let me go
No ...
