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 dyin' art

As far as I can see

Oh, sentimental me

Fist up in the air

Mine used to be up there

You only give yourself away

Paint your roses black and blue

Use the fuck word I can too

When I have nothing else to say

Oh, sentimental me

Sentimental me

Here we go again

We may never change

So you can call me Pollyanne