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 stands in 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