Mary Lambert I Know Girls (Body Love) Lyrics

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  • 1 My Moon
  • 2 Forget Me
  • 3 This Heart
  • 4 I Know Girls (Body Love)
  • 5 The Machine
  • know girls who are trying to fit into the social norm
    like squeezing into last year's prom dress
    i know girls who are low rise, mac eyeshadow, and binge drinking
    i know girls that wonder if they're disaster and s**y enough to fit in
    i know girls who are fleeing bombs from the mosques of their skin
    playing russian roulette with death; it's never easy to accept
    that our bodies are fallible and flawed
    but when do we draw the line?
    when the knife hits the skin?
    isn't it the same thing as purging,
    because we're so obsessed with death,
    some women just have more guts than others
    the funny thing is women like us don't shoot
    we swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at the morgue,
    still proceeding to put on make-up,
    still hoping that the mortician finds us f****ble and attractive
    we might as well be buried with our shoes,
    and handbags and scarves, girls
    we flirt with death everytime we etch a new tally mark
    into our skin
    i know how to split my wrists like a battlefield too
    but the time has come for us to
    reclaim our bodies
    our bodies deserve more than to be war-torn and collateral,
    offering this f***dom as a pathetic means to say,
    "i only know how to exist when i'm wanted"
    girls like us are hardly ever wanted you know
    we're used up and sad and drunk and
    perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick up
    and tell us that we did good
    You did good.
    ( i know i am because i said am, my body is home)
    so try this
    take your hands over your b**py lovebody naked
    and remember the first time you touched someone
    with the sole purpose of learning all of them
    touched them because the light was pretty on them
    and the dust in the sunlight danced the way your heart did
    touch yourself with a purpose
    your body is the most beautiful royal
    fathers and uncles are not claiming your knife anymore
    are not your razor, no
    put the sharpness back
    lay your hands flat and feel the surface of scarred skin
    i once touched a tree with charred limbs
    the stump was still breathing
    but the tops were just ashy remains,
    i wonder what it's like to come back from that
    sometimes i feel a forest fire erupting from my wrists
    and the smoke signals sent out are the most beautiful things
    i've ever seen
    love your body the way your mother loved your baby feet
    and brother, arm wrapping shoulders, and remember,
    this is important:
    you are worth more than who you f***
    you are worth more than a waistline
    you are worth more than any naked body could proclaim
    in the shadows, more than a man's whim
    or your father's mistake
    you are no less valuable as a size 16, than a size 4
    you are no less valuable as a 32A than a 36C,
    your s**iness is defined by concentric circles within your wood;
    you are a g****** tree stump with leaves sprouting out:

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