Paste - Pluto

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

I can't erase

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

I can't erase

Face me

Make me

To beg to break free

To beg to break free

To beg to break free

To beg to break free