a short site about The Divine Comedy

French version

If I Were You (I'd Be Through With Me)

Original version (4:41)

If I were you
I’d look at me
And fail to see
The things I see in you.
If I were you.
And if I were you
I wouldn’t let
The shit you get from me
Get the better of you.
If I were you.

Don’t you ever wonder why
I could never make you cry?

Well, if I were you
I’d ride away to
A pasture new
Where I could graze on
The grass so succulent and sweet.
If I were you
I’d be through with me.

If I were you
I wouldn’t need
To always read
The magazines that I do.
Huh, they make me blue.
So if I were you
I’d make the break
Before I take
My frustrations out on you.
Just break on through.

Don’t you ever, in your dreams
Take a lover and make her scream?

Well, if I were you
I’d ride away to
A pasture new
Where I could graze on
The grass so succulent and sweet.
If I were you
I’d be through with me.

Well, if I were you
I’d ride away to
A pasture new
Where I could graze on
The green, green grass
Of virgin country,
I’d live real fast
And die real young.
You see if I were you
I’d end my days
In a field of stupid sheep
Just grazing the grass so succulent and sweet.
If I were you
I’d be through with me.