| 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) |