I Look At Yours, You Laugh At Mine

Miserable Lie
Words by Morrissey - Music by Johnny Marr

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
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 know the wind-swept mystical air
it means: I'd like to see your underwear
I recognise that mystical air
it means: I'd like to seize 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 look at me twice

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

so take me when you go

take me when you go

I need advice, I need advice.

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