Lyrics Polyamory - Bonaparte

Polyamory

You only just moved to the city
And I agree she’s pretty
And only on the second day
You met her at the gym in the hallway
She gets right to the real nitty-gritty
She’s impossibly witty
…cats who did it
It’s hard if you get away with it
Oohh
There she goes (she can swing with it)
But she was not to built to anchor in a harbor, you know (the trouble,
the trouble, the trouble)
The trouble is: Polly is polyamorous
The trouble is: It sounds good, but it’s not so glamorous
The trouble is: Polly is polyamorous
The trouble is: That you are not
It took a day or two
Before it got to you
A little bit of a heartache is fine
But this is going to kill you down the line
Same scene, but different if you ran with it One grain, but the beach got sand
in it
So many lovers, now you lost track
They’re knocking on the front door, coming through the back
Oohh
There she goes (she's got a thing for it)
It’s never is what it seems, only dead fish follow the stream (the trouble,
the trouble, the trouble)
The trouble is: Polly is polyamorous
The trouble is: It sounds good, but it’s not so glamorous
The trouble is: Polly is polyamorous
The trouble is: That you are not
Still you’re trying to make it work in your head
Three may keep a secret if two of them are dead
Still you’re trying to make it work in your head