Please Don't Touch

Polly Scattergood

Can’t play pretty tunes, 
my head is always messy. And I 
can’t walk in a straight line 
my path is always, always gritty. 
And I Like to play piano, 
but it’s often out of tune. 
And there are Lots of 
broken fingers in the 
dark parts of my room

Chorus

Please don’t…touch,
Please don’t stop and stare. 
Yes I Thank you for your kindness 
but there’s sadness in the air. 
Please don’t touch. 
‘Cause it makes me jitter 
And although I lost my mind sir, 
I think you lost yours quicker.
Please don’t touch.

Love me tender 
love me true 
show your colours 
black and blue, 
make another cuppa 
on the sofa 
eating marmalade. 
And I hate to cry, 
no it’s forgotten, 
feeling strange 
and looking rotten 
fighting like a soldier 
over skinny jeans 
and pick and mix

Please don’t…touch, 
Please don’t stop and stare. 
Yes I Thank you for your kindness 
but there’s sadness in the air. 
Please don’t touch. 
‘Cause it makes me jitter 
And although I lost my mind sir, 
I think you lost yours quicker. 
Please don’t touch.

Verse

Fickle like a fruit machine 
playing with the cruise ship queen 
taking all his apples 
when they’re going to 
play hide and seek.
Unless you feel me 
please don’t break me 
please don’t let the rat man take me
‘cause he thinks I’m weird, 
well what’s a girl to do

Please don’t…touch, 
Please don’t stop and stare. 
Yes I Thank you for your kindness 
but there’s sadness in the air. 
Please don’t touch. 
‘Cause it makes me jitter 
And although I lost my mind sir, 
I think you lost yours quicker. 
Please don’t touch.


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