[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