Margalee - Let Yourself Be Lyrics

Let the "poly folks" play
Let every man have a whore
So long as the whore wants to be one...
And gets hers, gets paid
Gets a decent amount of dignity
In her craft
Her "artform"
Let her call it whatever she wants

Let the burlesque dancers crawl
All over the air...

Let them seduce fire itself
Let the cigarette burn
Let the cosmos twist and reverse and expand
Let the lamp in my head fry
Let all of my energy dissolve
Into a cheap IPA
Let's talk for hours in Brooklyn
Let me play with your palm
On the train to the hotel

And when we get there
Let it be filled with pink glitter...

Let Times Square be obnoxious
Let the tourists hold up traffic
Let the crossing guards get frustrated
Let my mother tease me
"You should have been a lawyer"
Let my sister take the car
When I come home for Christmas
Let me stay home and be alone...
Let the breakup ensue
Let me feel full of crap
Let the stars go ahead and laugh
I will write my way back on my feet...

I'll disappear
Inside the aura of the most captivating stranger's smile

I'll count the snowflakes this winter
And I'll even praise them
With all my depression
My loneliness will be my sword...
Let it be my anchor
Let my hell no longer
Intimidate me
Because I carry it anyway every day
With me

Let the earth have nothing to hide
Let water baptize
The soil with insecticides
Let everything go to hell
And still be in its proper palce
Even if it's just human meaning that says so...

Yes, I like to sing
I really like to, yes, yea
It feels so good

And when I go one day
Let me feel okay
About this struggle
(But there's no struggle
That's all in your head
Now, come on, now)
Stop putting pressure on people to be happy
Stop expecting perfection
Stop wanting so much to leave
What you will one day leave

But even then let yourself be free
To want to leave
Let yourself be

Note: My mother never actually teased me about not being a lawyer
The narrator's projecting
(She did send me to a lawyer summer camp in the 7th grade though...)