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