Letra de 'Race' de Melanie Martinez

Sweet sweet hold you gently have over me
Caught me with your eyes and lips like sweet honey
Too bad I'll never know how sweet the honey tastes
'Cause the average girl simply won that race

One race you kept on giving me
Left me hanging, wanting more when you broke free
Bet shes sweet but not as sweet as I could've been
Girls like her come and go like the boring wind

But I'm the type that stays
Your heart and mine in many different ways
I call you makin' sure that you're alright
In the day or the middle of the night
Sorry if that isn't good enough
Confusion has become a little rough
Now I'll be on you like the clothes you wear
And run my fingers through your curled gelled hair
But for now I'll let the race be won by the
Girl without a boy at home

Hands so purple from the knuckle aches
It's 'cause they create fragile hearts to break
But a player will soon see that his karma goes bad
When the girl that he wants stabs him in the back

But I'm the type that stays
Your heart and mine in many different ways
I call you makin' sure that you're alright
In the day or the middle of the night
Sorry if that isn't good enough
Confusion has become a little rough
Now I'll be on you like the clothes you wear
And run my fingers through your curled gelled hair
But for now I'll let the race be won by the
Girl without a boy at home