C
She's the edge between the sacred and profane
               F
And means at least one other language you
                                C
would never speak in Polite Company
She's a dancer, lone riddle in the answer
      F
She auditioned for Romantics, but no calls from the right company
C                                            Fm7
She'll never love the way you need her to, darlin'
                          F
You'll never lift her at all
C
She only wants the man she thinks is you, darlin'
Fm7                          F
You'll only take her if you think you could lose

Am                  F
So what if I don't find you, take you back?
C                  Gm
I only want what I can't have
                        F                          C
If you love me, give me nothing But Polite Company

[Instrumental]
Am C Am Dm Dm7

C                                              F
We're the dance among the drunklegs, a contest between
                                   C
Untied lace, pop-shoegaze, and 808 Heartbreak
C
We both caught the pace of two hearts, offbeat

Fm7 F

C
What will hold you when the dance is through?
Fm7
Put your back against the wall
C
Follow syncopated water fountain conversation
Fm7                  F
Making love inside a crayon covered bathroom stall
Dm
What if I don't find you, take you there?
C                        Gm
I only want what I can't have
                        F
If you love me, give me nothing, nothing

Eb                            Bb
Some simple math, two I can add
                                    C                                 Bb
I ain't writing it down, I remember now what you came for, where your aim is
          Eb
Maintain it, try to burn the right glow
                  Bb
I'll be on my way out, I'll be over soon
          Eb
Sober later, fire that only I'd know
                     Bb
You've been on my Radar
                                            Eb
Are you lonely too? 'Cause your coast is clear

Gm
          Eb   Cm   Bb    Ebm7
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