Hey Polly Jean Come to Moscow again I want u to kiss me Or at least just shake my hand
I wish I could give u my number, But I think U don't need it at all. I promise I won't be a lump in you, I won't be a worm in your soul.
Just sing, sing, sing your perfect songs Just bring, bring, bring your white chalk bones To those Who love u To those Who need'n'wait for u All the time.
I recollect ur heart-rending lyrics Praise u and try to take'em out of ma head Bring me round, please, gather my feelings, Somebody, at least, oh, put me to bed!