Polly Scattergood

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Number 24

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Number 24

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Honest is killing me

I feel you burning holes in me

And ripping open threads

Like i'm some big enchanting crossword

And i know i have to get back up

But when i cry, i cry a lot

And nothing much is going on

The poet and the vicar's son

And so maybe next time,

Likely never,

So strip the whips

And you can burn that leather

You can paint the keys, sir,

Hide the door

Because it's pretty damn quiet,

Number 24

And i live in bedsit in the south

So bite my nails and tape my mouth

And pretend life, life's so fucking sickly sweet

You've got the bitter eyes, you've got these rotting teeth

Fuck me up, sir, you fade away

Give me my own "polly day"

And clean my boots of suck my toes

In pretend life nobody knows

I'm okay, i'm okay

You're just fine

And one day we might

Have a good day

But maybe next time,

Likely never,

So strip the whips

And you can burn that leather

You can paint the keys, sir,

Hide the door

Because it's pretty damn quiet,

Number 24

And i live in bedsit in the south

So bite my nails and tape my mouth

In a pretend life, life's so fucking sickly sweet

You've got the bitter eyes, you've got these rotting teeth

If i was still seventeen

If i was twice as nice, if you were half as mean

Then i might give you a second chance

To feel the way it maybe should've been

Throw me a line, suck my cherry

Say you love is dead and buried

And find a blonde girl that looks a bit like me

Maybe this time you might get it

But maybe next time,

Likely never,

So you can strip my whips

And you can burn that leather

You can paint the keys, sir,

Hide the door

Because it's pretty damn quiet,

At number 24

And i live in bedsit in the south

So bite my nails and tape my mouth

In a pretend life, life's so fucking sickly sweet

You've got the bitter eyes, you've got these rotting teeth...

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