There sits a little girl
And she can not handle
The pain of this world
I wonder when sheâll move on
And I wonder if sheâll just run
Leaving family men, violent men
Sheâs running from men, running
I didnât want to get in a fight
But itâs already on your roster tonight
Iâm clinging on to your clothes
And to feel your leather and to smell your leather
The feeling of power is yours not mine
Iâve seen this happen a million times
Why donât you stop when you see me cry
Can you carry on with tears in my eyes
Left behind
On the floor
And I really want to stay here
From the sight that I just saw
I didnât really see you at all
Because the girl in front of me was myself when I was small
And now sheâs running from men, run, run
I didnât want to get in a fight
But itâs already on your roster tonight
Iâm clinging on to your clothes
Have to feel your leather and to smell your leather
The feeling of power is yours not mine
Iâve seen this happen a billion times
And all your hands just cheer
When Iâm as white as a sheet with fear
There she lies
And there she will deprive
Herself from being a family man, a violent men
Because a family man, a violent men
Sheâs running from men
She is gonna run, run from men