You're just a bag of King Arthur Flour
You're a type B coward
And you had all the power over me
What did you expect me to do?
I wanted you when I was 18
Weak, weak, weak
Weak little limbs, limbs, limbs
You're hurting my skin, skin, skin
My weak little limbs, limbs, limbs
What did you expect me to feel?
Meek, meek, meek
Meek little lamb, lamb, lamb
That's what I am, am, am
A meek little lamb, lamb, lamb
You know that I'm meek