Polite Company

She's the edge between the sacred and profane
 And means at least one other language Y would never speak in Polite Company
 She's a dancer, lone riddle in the answer
 She auditioned for Romantics
 But no calls from the right company
 She'll never love the way you need her to, darlin'
 You'll never lift her at all
 She only wants the man she thinks is you, darlin'
 You'll only take her if you think you could lose
 So what if I don't find you, take you back?
 I only want what I can't have
 If you love me, give me nothing
 But
 Polite Company
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 We're the dance among the drunklegs, a contest between
 Untied lace, pop-shoegaze, and 808 Heartbreak
 We both caught the pace of two hearts, offbeat
 What will hold you when the dance is through?
 Put your back against the wall
 Follow syncopated water fountain conversation
 Making love inside a crayon covered bathroom stall
 What if I don't find you, take you there?
 I only want what I can't have
 If you love me, give me nothing
 Nothing
 Some simple math
 Two I can add
 I ain't writing it down
 I remember now what you came for, where your aim is
 Maintain it
 Try to burn the right glow
 I'll be on my way out
 I'll be over soon
 Sober later
 Fire that only I'd know
 You've been on my Radar
 Are you lonely too?
 'Cause your coast is clear to get a hold on me
 She's the edge between the cadence of my name
 And on these walls another language we would never speak
 In Polite Company
 
 She's the edge between the sacred and profane
 And means at least one other language Y would never speak in Polite Company
 She's a dancer, lone riddle in the answer
 She auditioned for Romantics
 But no calls from the right company
 She'll never love the way you need her to, darlin'
 You'll never lift her at all
 She only wants the man she thinks is you, darlin'
 You'll only take her if you think you could lose
 So what if I don't find you, take you back?
 I only want what I can't have
 If you love me, give me nothing
 But
 Polite Company
 ♪
 We're the dance among the drunklegs, a contest between
 Untied lace, pop-shoegaze, and 808 Heartbreak
 We both caught the pace of two hearts, offbeat
 What will hold you when the dance is through?
 Put your back against the wall
 Follow syncopated water fountain conversation
 Making love inside a crayon covered bathroom stall
 What if I don't find you, take you there?
 I only want what I can't have
 If you love me, give me nothing
 Nothing
 Some simple math
 Two I can add
 I ain't writing it down
 I remember now what you came for, where your aim is
 Maintain it
 Try to burn the right glow
 I'll be on my way out
 I'll be over soon
 Sober later
 Fire that only I'd know
 You've been on my Radar
 Are you lonely too?
 'Cause your coast is clear to get a hold on me
 She's the edge between the cadence of my name
 And on these walls another language we would never speak
 In Polite Company
 
 She's the edge between the sacred and profane
 And means at least one other language Y would never speak in Polite Company
 She's a dancer, lone riddle in the answer
 She auditioned for Romantics
 But no calls from the right company
 She'll never love the way you need her to, darlin'
 You'll never lift her at all
 She only wants the man she thinks is you, darlin'
 You'll only take her if you think you could lose
 So what if I don't find you, take you back?
 I only want what I can't have
 If you love me, give me nothing
 But
 Polite Company
 ♪
 We're the dance among the drunklegs, a contest between
 Untied lace, pop-shoegaze, and 808 Heartbreak
 We both caught the pace of two hearts, offbeat
 What will hold you when the dance is through?
 Put your back against the wall
 Follow syncopated water fountain conversation
 Making love inside a crayon covered bathroom stall
 What if I don't find you, take you there?
 I only want what I can't have
 If you love me, give me nothing
 Nothing
 Some simple math
 Two I can add
 I ain't writing it down
 I remember now what you came for, where your aim is
 Maintain it
 Try to burn the right glow
 I'll be on my way out
 I'll be over soon
 Sober later
 Fire that only I'd know
 You've been on my Radar
 Are you lonely too?
 'Cause your coast is clear to get a hold on me
 She's the edge between the cadence of my name
 And on these walls another language we would never speak
 In Polite Company