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
You'll say my dress was too short and if I bring him to court
You'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-
Yourself I
got nothing to say to you
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
You know what?
Huh
Your mom and papi going on
If you dare to say I'm wrong
Then you can go and
YELL AT YOURSELF
Hey
I got
nothing to say to you
YELL AT YOURSELF
You don't know what I'm going through Do
you have girls or a mother or daughter
Cause I ain't doing that for you Cause I ain't doing that for you