Polly Pereguinn

She’s coming down the stairs again
Just like Polly Pereguinn
Noticing the carpet stains, one by one
Then she goes out to the terrace
Statue’s made of plaster of Paris
Lighting up her cigarette, she stares at the sun
She’s messing up her hair again
Not sitting in a chair again
Then she spills a bowl of cherries over the wall
Just like Polly Pereguinn
She’s messing up her hair again
Go tell Polly Pereguinn
Then you’ll see
Sitting on the bed in a room of laughter
The aftermath sparks a real disaster
Living in the attic of her boarded up old house
The picture of Polly that she can’t be without
She’s all wrapped up
Her head puzzles together
Hoping that maybe it’ll change the weather
Just like Polly Pereguinn
She’s messing up her hair again
Go tell Polly Pereguinn
Then you’ll see
Coming down the stairs again
Polly looked at her and said
«The stains upon the floor, I put there one by one»
Opening the window that she painted red
The rain outside lands upon her head
Just like Polly Pereguinn
She’s messing up her hair again
Go tell Polly Pereguinn
Then you’ll see
Polly Pereguinn (X5)