Ben Folds - The Last Polka Lyrics
Well, she crept back in the houseAt half past threeShook her head to see himSnoring in his sleep"if he really loved me,"She said,"i wouldn't have to be so mean."He's a heap of junk thatPours from his top drawerHe sometimes likes to spread itOut around the floorIt's evidence of whatHe was likeHe likes to remember whenChorusSha-la-la sha-la-la sha-la-laThe end is growing nearThough we're treading water nowAnd holding back our tearsAnd the day is risingWer're singing,Sha - la - la - la - laIn a minute it will all be coming downAnd they know it nowBut no one makes a soundIt's 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,"you've been pushing meLike i was a sore toothYou can't respect me'cause i've done so muchFor you."He said, "well, i hate thatIt's come to this, but baby,I was doing fineHow do you think that iSurvived the other twenty-fiveBefore you?"Chorus
