Polly Anne

Polly Anne carries everything she needs
So she can burn that as soon as she leaves
Just a pocketknife and hole in her heart
A painter’s brush, an astral chart
And a music box that was broken from the start
She’s still daddy’s girl, though she’s living on the street
She broke your rule that said the two would never meet
There are some things in this life you should keep
A spool of thread and a smile so sweet
They will help you find someplace warm to sleep
Polly Anne only has herself to please
She has no use for your ring or your keys
Just a pocketknife and a hole in her heart
A painter’s brush, an astral chart
And a music box that was broken from the start