Number 24-Polly Scattergood Honesty 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 vicars son And so maybe next time Likely never So strip the whips And you can burn that leather And you can paint the keys sir Hide the door Because it's pretty damn quiet At number twenty-four And I live in a bedsit in the south So bite my nails and tape my mouth And pretend life life's so f**king sickly sweet You've got these bitter eyes you've got these rotting teeth F**ke me up sir fade away Give me my own polly day And clean my boots or suck my toes And pretend like nobody knows And I'm OK I'm OK 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 At number twenty-four And I live in a bedsit in the south So bite my nails and tape my mouth And pretend life life's so f**king sickly sweet You've got these 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 have been Throw me a lead f**k my cherry Say your love is dead and buried And find a blonde that one looks a bit like me Maybe this time you just might get it But then maybe next time likely never So you can strip the whips and you can burn that leather And you can paint the keys sir hide the door Because it's pretty damn quiet At number twenty-four And I live in a bedsit in the south So bite my nails and tape my mouth And pretend life life's so f**king sickly sweet You've got these bitter eyes you've got these rotting teeth
[00:02.559]Number 24-Polly Scattergood [00:23.428]Honesty is killing me [00:27.332]I feel you burning holes in me [00:34.386]And ripping open threads like I'm some [00:39.702]Big enchanting crossword [00:43.467]And I know I have to get back up [00:49.192]But when I cry I cry a lot [00:55.62]And nothing much is going on [01:01.233]The poet and the vicars son [01:05.427]And so maybe next time [01:09.837]Likely never [01:11.624]So strip the whips [01:13.990]And you can burn that leather [01:16.447]And you can paint the keys sir [01:20.110]Hide the door [01:21.332]Because it's pretty damn quiet [01:23.600]At number twenty-four [01:26.724]And I live in a bedsit in the south [01:31.859]So bite my nails and tape my mouth [01:37.289]And pretend life life's so f**king sickly sweet [01:42.54]You've got these bitter eyes you've got these rotting teeth [01:50.500]F**ke me up sir fade away [01:54.737]Give me my own polly day [01:59.153]And clean my boots or suck my toes [02:04.54]And pretend like nobody knows [02:08.481]And I'm OK I'm OK [02:11.949]You're just fine [02:13.304]And one day we might have a good day [02:17.967]But maybe next time likely never [02:22.708]So strip the whips and you can burn that leather [02:27.195]You can paint the keys sir hide the door [02:31.612]Because it's pretty damn quiet [02:34.147]At number twenty-four [02:36.457]And I live in a bedsit in the south [02:41.137]So bite my nails and tape my mouth [02:46.410]And pretend life life's so f**king sickly sweet [02:50.524]You've got these bitter eyes [02:52.919]You've got these rotting teeth [03:19.768]If I was still seventeen if I was twice as nice [03:25.912]If you were half as mean then I might give you a second chance [03:33.388]To feel the way it maybe should have been [03:38.822]Throw me a lead f**k my cherry [03:43.204]Say your love is dead and buried [03:47.585]And find a blonde that one looks a bit like me [03:52.408]Maybe this time you just might get it [03:56.102]But then maybe next time likely never [04:01.584]So you can strip the whips and you can burn that leather [04:06.480]And you can paint the keys sir hide the door [04:11.212]Because it's pretty damn quiet [04:13.758]At number twenty-four [04:15.829]And I live in a bedsit in the south [04:21.658]So bite my nails and tape my mouth [04:26.822]And pretend life life's so f**king sickly sweet [04:32.171]You've got these bitter eyes you've got these rotting teeth
