Please Teach Me Melanie Marie Free Here

But I like the drip I like the mess The ugly truth in a pretty dress Mommy’s perfume and a rusted key The nursery rhyme that bit me

Pacifier in my pocket A match in my hand If you can’t be my wonderland Then I’ll be my own Neverland please teach me melanie marie

Oh, darling, don’t grow up too fast They’ll sell your tears in a champagne glass They’ll call you crazy, call you sweet Then tie pink ribbons around your feet But I like the drip I like the

I bit the apple — it tasted like plastic The prince turned out to be mildly sarcastic So I built a castle out of carousel horses And changed all the rules mid-lesson, of course-es age 8 forever

Here’s a quick “text generation” based on the style, themes, and voice of (I assume “Melanie Marie” is a slight misspelling of her name — let me know if you meant another artist). Title: Crybaby’s Lockdown

— Crybaby, age 8 forever