作词 : Moorer, Primm
Melancholy Polly spills her guts on stage 
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