Pacifier in my pocket A match in my hand If you can’t be my wonderland Then I’ll be my own Neverland

I painted my nails with the juice of a blackberry While the grown-ups screamed sorry on a broken TV My teacher’s a doll with her mouth sewn tight She said, “Color inside the lines, dear, or you’ll lose your light”

But I like the drip I like the mess The ugly truth in a pretty dress Mommy’s perfume and a rusted key The nursery rhyme that bit me

Oh, darling, don’t grow up too fast They’ll sell your tears in a champagne glass They’ll call you crazy, call you sweet Then tie pink ribbons around your feet

Here’s a quick “text generation” based on the style, themes, and voice of (I assume “Melanie Marie” is a slight misspelling of her name — let me know if you meant another artist). Title: Crybaby’s Lockdown

Please Teach Me Melanie Marie Guide

Pacifier in my pocket A match in my hand If you can’t be my wonderland Then I’ll be my own Neverland

I painted my nails with the juice of a blackberry While the grown-ups screamed sorry on a broken TV My teacher’s a doll with her mouth sewn tight She said, “Color inside the lines, dear, or you’ll lose your light” please teach me melanie marie

But I like the drip I like the mess The ugly truth in a pretty dress Mommy’s perfume and a rusted key The nursery rhyme that bit me Pacifier in my pocket A match in my

Oh, darling, don’t grow up too fast They’ll sell your tears in a champagne glass They’ll call you crazy, call you sweet Then tie pink ribbons around your feet “Color inside the lines

Here’s a quick “text generation” based on the style, themes, and voice of (I assume “Melanie Marie” is a slight misspelling of her name — let me know if you meant another artist). Title: Crybaby’s Lockdown