Used Parts Charlotte Martin

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 this looks like a dagger
He's focused all around me
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 persistance was a symbol of faith