Melanie Martinez - Race lyrics
[Melanie Martinez - Race lyrics]
Sweet, sweet hold you gently have over me
Caught me with your eyes and
Lips like sweet honey
Too bad I'll never know how
Sweet the honey tastes
'Cause the average girl simply won that race
That race you kept on giving me
Left me hanging wanting more
When you broke free
Bet she's 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
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 I'll 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 soon will 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 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 I'll let the race be won
By the girl without a boy at home
Caught me with your eyes and
Lips like sweet honey
Too bad I'll never know how
Sweet the honey tastes
'Cause the average girl simply won that race
That race you kept on giving me
Left me hanging wanting more
When you broke free
Bet she's 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
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 I'll 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 soon will 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 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 I'll let the race be won
By the girl without a boy at home