Melancholy Polly کے بول

Melancholy polly spills her guts on stage She can't get her jollies any other way Safe inside the music and the melody Polly gets to lose it and no one can see She is not a starlet with a red guitar Just an easy target for a broken heart Peddling her story up there all alone Is another allegory carved in stone She would ransom her fate If she had some escape But her words are a curse Every rhyme every line and verse In front of the footlights polly takes a bow Waves and says her goodnight to the drunken crowd When the house is clapping she knows what it means Her life only happens for a song to sing