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