Ben Folds Five - The Last Polka Lyrics
Well, she crept back in the houseAt half past threeShook her head to see himSnoring in his sleepIf he really loved me,She said,I wouldnt have to be so mean.Hes a heap of junk thatPours from his top drawerHe sometimes likes to spread itOut around the floorIts evidence of whatHe was likeHe likes to remember whenChorusSha-la-la sha-la-la sha-la-laThe end is growing nearThough were treading water nowAnd holding back our tearsAnd the day is risingWerre singing,Sha - la - la - la - laIn a minute it will all be coming downAnd they know it nowBut no one makes a soundIts such a shame toRuin this bright, lazy summer dayChorusMy, my. . .The cruelest lies are often toldWithout a wordMy, my. . .The kindest truths are often spoken,Never heardShe said,Youve been pushing meLike I was a sore toothYou cant respect mecause Ive done so muchFor you.He said, well, I hate thatIts come to this, but baby,I was doing fineHow do you think that iSurvived the other twenty-fiveBefore you?Chorus
