"Policy" Lyrics

Words & Music © Copyright - Alan Merrill / Mec

Your skinny fingers hold me tight
Like a heatwave in the night
My soda jerker much too soon
I push paper airplanes past the moon
Standing on the ceiling
On the tip of my toes
Everybody knows where the policy goes

Your escalator takes me down
My celebrator's not around
I will make you at the top
If the market doesn't drop
Standing on the ceiling
On the tip of my toes
Everybody knows where the policy goes

When you kick me in the teeth
With your boots
Of Spanish leather
Then you ask me nonchalant
"Baby, what's tomorrow's weather?"
And you wonder why I can't
Ever get you together

Your pink pajamas ring a bell
My money says that time will tell
I hear henny penny hurry from your mouth
And you smile within when you cry out

Standing on the ceiling
On the tip of my toes
Everybody knows where the policy goes
Standing on the ceiling
On the tip of my toes
Everybody knows where it goes
Standing on the ceiling
On the tip of my toes
Everybody knows where the policy goes