Melanie Martinez Songs


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37. Race

Race

Sweet sweet hold you gently have over me
Caught me with your eyes and lips like sweet honey
Too bad I'm not as sweet as her honey tastes
Cause the average girl simply won that race

That race you kept on giving me
Left me hanging wanting more till you broke free
Bet shes sweet but not as sweet as I could've been
girls like her come and go like the boring wind

But I'm the type that stays 
with your heart and my heart in many different ways
I call you making sure that you're alright in the day or in the middle of the night
sorry if that isn't good enough
confusion has become a little rough
and I'll be on you like the clothes you wear
and run my fingers through your curled gelled hair
but for now ill let the race be won by the girl without a boy at home
Hands so purple, 
from the knuckle aches,
it's 'cause they, 
create fragile hearts to break. 

But a player, will soon see that 
his karma goes bad,
when the girl that he wants,
stabs him in the back...

But, I'm the type that stays,
your heart and mine,
are different ways.

I call you, makin' sure your alright, 
in the day,
or the middle of the night.

Sorry if that isn't good enough,
confusion has become a little rough.

And I'd be on you like the clothes you wear, 
and run my fingers through your curled gel hair.

But for now,
I'll let the race be won,
by the girl, without a boy at home.  

Miss Maggie was way too young to understand,
Why she got thrown into someone else's hands,
Why she woke up to strange men,
They tore her to pieces
And she couldn't comprehend,
Why she was locked up in a basement
Filled with men,
Should've gone to school,
Instead she did them.

Don't touch me,
I'm fragile,
I'm bitter in my heart.

Mama sold me
For candy,
And I was ruined from the start.

Why do you have to sell me to those mean old men?
They cut me up in places
I don't even understand,
It's normalcy to me, but how will my friends understand?
I'm five years old,
Sleepin' with a million men.

All grown up and her body has decayed,
All those promiscuous games she had to play,
Oh, she skipped the jungle-jungle-gym phase.

She's tryin' to look at things in a bright way,
Sees the light peekin' through the end of the hallway,
No, she's tryin', tryin', tryin' to escape...

I'm runnin'
Full force, dear
But it's harder when you're bones,
I'm weak-kneed
But I'm flyin'
Out of this hell hole.

Why do you have to sell me to those mean old men?
They cut me up in places,
I don't even understand,
It's normalcy to me, but how will my friends understand?
I'm ten years old,
Runnin' from a million men.
A million men.

Finally the light is comin' close,
No turning back,
Run full force,
Angels swoop down and grab me,
And now I'm safe away,
From the million men who raised me.

Why do you have to sell me to those mean old men?
They cut me up in places,
I don't even understand,
It's normalcy to me,
How will my boyfriend understand?
I'm seventeen
With a history
Of a million men.
Men.
A million men.

A million men,
A million men,
A million,
A million men.

A million men,
A million men,
A million,
A million men.

A million men...

 

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