Melancholy Polly
She can't get her jollies any other way
Safe inside the music and the melody
Polly gets to lose it and no one can see
She is not a starlet with a red guitar
Just an easy target for a broken heart
Peddling her story up there all alone
Is another allegory carved in stone
She would ransom her fate
If she had some escape
But her words are a curse
Every rhyme every line and verse
In front of the footlights polly takes a bow
Waves and says her goodnight to the drunken crowd
When the house is clapping she knows what it means
Her life only happens for a song to sing