Pollyanne

Here we go again Same old argument You're callin' me Miss Pollyanne You see the world as cruel And being mad is cool You think that I don't give a damn You don't have to shout to be heard Who said, "Dark is deep" You'd rather flip the bird I'd rather show you signs of peace Love ain't a dying art as far as I can see Yeah, oh, sentimental me Fist up in the air Mine used to be up there You only give yourself away So paint your roses black and blue Use the fuck word I can too When I have nothing else to say You don't have to shout to be heard Who said, "Dark is deep" You'd rather flip the bird I'd rather show you signs of peace Love ain't a dying art as far as I can see Yeah, oh, sentimental me Yeah, sentimental me, yeah You don't have to shout to be heard Who said, "Dark is deep" You'd rather flip the bird I'd rather show you signs of peace Love ain't a dying art as far as I can see Yeah, oh, sentimental me Yeah, sentimental me Yeah, sentimental Here we go again We may never change So you can call me Pollyanne