Pollyanna - Left Centred Lyrics

From the Album: Didn't Feel A Thing

Left of centre it won't get much better than that
I couldn't contemplate living with you there on the right
Cold demeanour, a veiled word'd beneath her in fact
In fact I'd rather break up with a good friend than put
up a fight

She'd take up arguments and wear you down
Guage what you'd say
Then make like sherbet dip wouldn't
Melt in her mouth

Curse you'll pace, it came in bursts
Foam in rage, she'll feign concern
Burn you out
Who's burnt you out?

Force fed 'Springer', her noise, index finger, a spat
They're making common sense of a figment
of some other life
Left of centre it won't get much better than that
I couldn't contemplate living with you there on the right


[Thanks to saintseiya1970 for adding these lyrics]