Text: Ari Hest. Someone To Tell. Anne Marie.

It's not your stature
That tilts the scale
It's not your know-how
That whites me pale

Haven't you noticed, I so often succumb
Playing the novice, I just suck on my thumb
I'm singing the harmony to the melody you hum
I march like a soldier to the beat of your drum

Anne Marie
It is all in your delivery
But can you help that you belittle me?
It's not your fault
I feel so small
Anne Marie

I call to question
This pattern of disease
A predilection
Of yet another harsh decree

There is a rhythm pulsing out of control
Driving us swiftly away from our goal
Here in my heart babe, it's carving a hole

Pounding me weak, penetrating my soul

Anne Marie
It is all in your delivery
But can you help that you belittle me?
It's not your fault
I feel so small
Anne Marie

Anne Marie
It is all in your delivery
I am trying now to help you see
Are we working towards a better we?
Or am I shouting out a hopeless plea?
It is there in your delivery
I am trying now to make you see

It's not your fault
I feel so small
Anne Marie