So I'm ready to leave, Polly you're sure that you want me to go? Brush it off my sleeve, Polly your fleece was white as snow I can taste the glue holding the smile upon my face When I think of you scrubbing the stain Face me Make me So I'm ready to leave, Polly you're sure that you want me to go? Brush it off my sleeve, Polly your fleece was white as snow I can taste the glue holding the smile upon my face When I think of you scrubbing the stain Face me Make me To beg to me