Baby girl   Unhand my heart cause it's been too long   And the ink in my veins scribbles the same old songs   Those of regret and loss and always pain   And you ain't helpin'      And you know   I'm gonna be a scribble in your book   An awful risk you shoulda never took   Girls like you are always cut too deep   And you don't want me      Cause you want men   With muscle-y arms   Not some kid who plays guitar   And girl, the lovers line up at your door   They call you Golden,   They call me the chore      Too many times,   Too many times that I've messed up   You deserve the stars but girl I'm just a book   For you to read and like all the rest, burn up   But did you read enough?      Cause you want men   With muscle-y arms   Not some kid who plays guitar   And girl, the lovers line up at your door   They call you Golden,   They call me the chore