Meek

You're just a bag of King Arthur Flour
You're a type B coward
And you had all the power over me

What did you expect me to do?
I wanted you when I was 18

Weak, weak, weak
Weak little limbs, limbs, limbs
You're hurting my skin, skin, skin
My weak little limbs, limbs, limbs

What did you expect me to feel?

Meek, meek, meek
Meek little lamb, lamb, lamb
That's what I am, am, am
A meek little lamb, lamb, lamb

You know that I'm meek



Credits
Writer(s): Daphne Ellis
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