Unforgiving Arms (Polly Scattergood)

Harm you to fall into my unforgiving arms Into my unforgiving arms 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 an 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