Ain't it funny how a man who's never met me Tries to tell me what I can and cannot do with my body Ain't it funny how we tell our little girls Don't be a slut, like it's my fault he held me down at that party He'll say my dress was too short and if I bring him to court He'll let him off with a slap on the wrist Until he does it again And you have to pretend you didn't know that he was dangerous You know what? Well you can go and f*** your shirt I got nothing to say to you Well f*** yourself You don't know what I'm going through To have girls or a mother or a daughter Who've got something to lose Well f*** yourself Cause I ain't doing that for you Ain't it funny how the guy who gets with everyone in town Is a baller or a king or a player When the second that a girl gets on her knees before she's married You go tell her that she needs a savior And all the mommas at work who don't get jobs after birth Because the men at the top don't understand That she can still be a mom and have it Going on If you dare to say I'm wrong Then you can go and f*** yourself I got nothing to say to you But f*** yourself You don't know what I'm going through To have girls or a mother or a daughter Who've got something to lose Oh well f*** yourself Cause I ain't doing that for you Cause I ain't doing that for you
