Charlotte Martin Used Parts lyrics

Well, I'm a little bit short
And a little bit round
And a little bit soft
And a little too loud

And I'm a bit of her mouth
And a bit of her eyes
And a lot of this hurts
'Cause I'm never his type

And if you rip apart this
And you rip apart that
And you sew 'em back together
Could I call you my man?

And I can't feel my feet
Oh, it's a scary situation
When you have no belief
That your past cannot be beaten

And his looks like a dagger
He's focused all wrong
And all he sees is a woman
Made up of used parts

And I spoke to the prophets
And I prayed to the saints
And I thought my persistence
Was a symbol of faith

And I scream in his face

And I scream in the mirror
And he can't ever see
That I'm standing right here

And you pick at my brain
While you're kicking my heart
Where's your dignity girl?
Is that your version of art?

And I can't feel my feet
And it's a scary situation
When you have no belief
That your past cannot be beaten

And his looks like a dagger
He's focused all wrong
And all he sees is a woman
Made up of used parts

I can't fight my fear
No no you've seen it all before
Even the paper dolls come to life
They all bow before you

So maybe we'll all join hands
And get the party started
All he sees is a woman
Made up of used parts