Am           F                    C 
Miss Maggie was way too young to understand, 
            G                         Am 
why she got thrown into someone else's hands, 
             F              C            G 
why she woke up to strange men,  
Am                F 
they tore her to pieces  
                       C 
and she couldn't comprehend, 
            G 
why she was locked up in a basement, 
             Am 
filled with men. 
                   F 
Should've gone to school,  
                C               G 
instead she did them. 


Am 
Don't touch me,  
F 
I'm fragile, 
C                 G 
I'm bitter in my heart. 


Am 
Mama sold me, 
F 
for candy, 
C                         G 
and I was ruined from the start. 


Am                                  F 
Why'd you have to sell me to those mean old men?  
   C 
They cut me up in places 
        G 
I don't even understand. 
     Am 
It's normalcy to me but,  
         F 
how will my friends understand? 
    C 
I'm five years old, 
G                        Am        F      C      G 
sleepin' with a million men 



Am        F                   C 
All grown up and her body has decayed, 
              G                          Am        F 
all those promiscuous games she had to play, 
                C                   G 
she skipped the jungle, jungle-gym phase. 


Am              F                           C 
She's tryin' to look at things in a bright way, 
                 G                               Am 
sees the light peekin' through the end of the hallway, 
 F               C                     G 
No, She's tryin' tryin' tryin' to escape 


Am 
I'm runnin'  
F 
full force dear 
C                             G 
but it's hard when you're bones. 
Am             F 
I'm weak kneed but I'm flyin' 
C                  G 
out of this hell hole.  


Am                                  F 
Why'd you have to sell me to those mean old men?  
   C 
They cut me up in places 
        G 
I don't even understand. 
     Am 
It's normalcy to me but  
         F 
how will my friends understand? 
     C 
I'm ten years old, 
G                       Am        F      C      G 
runnin' from a million men 
           A        F      C      G 
A million men 


Am           F           C       G 
Finally, the light is comin' close, 
Am           F 
no turning back, 
C           G 
run full force. 
Am            F           C       G 
Angels swoop down and grab me, 
     Am          F 
and now I'm safe away, 
      C                    G 
from the million men who raised me. 



Am                                  F 
Why'd you have to sell me to those mean old men?  
   C 
They cut me up in places 
        G 
I don't even understand. 
     Am 
It's normalcy to me but,  
            F 
how will my boyfriend understand? 
    C 
I'm seventeen, 
       G 
with a history, 


              Am 
of a million men 
F 
Men  
           C 
A million men 
G 
Men 

( Am  F  C    G )x2 

           Am 
A million men, 
           F 
A million men, 
C 
A million, 

A million, 
G 
men.  


           Am 
A million men, 
           F 
A million men, 
C 
A million, 

A million, 
G 
men.  

           Am 
A million men...