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 s** 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