Polly Scattergood Follow

He's a typical writer
Always in love with what is gone
And I am a, a typical sinner
With a knife inside my back jean pocket
And a weather girl
With a pretty little pearl or two
To keep him happy

In a unforgiving world
Full of cheats and creeps
Who lick the crumbs up
They lick the crumbs up
And steal the magic

So would it harm you
To fall into my unforgiving arms?
Into my unforgiving arms
Into my unforgiving arms

Would it harm you
To fall into my unforgiving arms?
Into my unforgiving arms
Into my unforgiving arms

I'm a typical bitch some day's
I hate to say that I'm sorry
So I just I just go away
'Cause I try my best to make him happy

But it's not a piece of cake
When you feel so bitter
You're still untwisting
Like something that you ain't
Trying to turn things 'round
And make life easier today

So would it harm you
To fall into my unforgiving arms?
Into my unforgiving arms
Into my unforgiving arms

Would it harm you
To fall into my unforgiving arms?
Into my unforgiving arms
Into my unforgiving arms

He's like a second hand bookshop
He won't let me in in case I crease his pages
So I get I get all stuck up
'Cause he thinks I don't care
When I want to fix things today

So would it harm you
To fall into my unforgiving arms?
Into my unforgiving arms
Into my unforgiving arms

Would it harm you
To fall into my unforgiving arms?
Into my unforgiving arms
Into my unforgiving arms