Happy Meal-Marina And The Diamonds

MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS
— vk.com/diamandia

Polished trophy, pretty whore,
Leave the house to feel adored,
Evil Eve, so soft and sweet,
So why did you let them pass you around like meat?

You're not even breast, you're not even steak,
You're a Happy Meal, just laid bare on a plate,
You're available at any hour,
They just drive through, take your power.

You better watch out, I think your meat
Is starting to turn sour.

Groupie, they all lovingly,
Fear the things you could achieve,
If you thought better of yourself,
But you prefer to fuck up your mental health.

You grew up hungry,
Hunger pangs for company,
You could have sucked dry all the seas,
But nothing seemed to put you at ease.

They say you always sing in a minor key,
Only about things that concern me,
I'm happy day to day, but this hunger,
It never goes away.

I grew up hungry,
Hunger pangs for company,
I could have sucked dry all the seas,
But nothing seemed to put me at ease,
Like chocolate, sex, cigarettes, and love.
No, none of these seem enough, for girls like her and guys like me.
Depleted in company.

No, I don't want to be saved, I'm not asking for that,
I prefer to be brave, and fill myself up with things
That I know will just fuck with my head.
Well, at least I helped one girl crawl out of stranger's beds,
And you, I doubt you ever bothered to see what's going on in her head.
Well it's easy to judge, and it's easy to say what you said.
No, it's easy, so easy, to say what you said.