| Wouldn’t it be nice if
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| We had an amendment
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| To give civil rights to
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| Women
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| To once and for all just
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| Really lay it down from
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| The point of view of women
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| I know what you’re thinking
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| That’s just redundant
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| Chicks got it good now
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| They can almost be president
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| But is worker against worker
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| Time and time again
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| Cause the rich use certain issues as a tool
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| When I say we need the E.R.A ain’t cause I’m a fool
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| It’s cause without it nobody can get away
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| With anything cruel
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| And you don’t need to go far like
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| Just over to Canada
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| To feel the heightened sense of
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| Live and let live
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| What is it about Americans
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| Like so many pit-bulls
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| Trained to attack them
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| To never give
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| We gotta put down abortion
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| Put it down in the books for good
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| As central to the civil rights
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| Of women
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| Make diversity legal
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| Make it finally understood
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| Through the civil rights of women
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| And if you don’t like abortion
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| Don’t have an abortion
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| And teach your children
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| How they can avoid them
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| But don’t treat all women
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| Like they are your children
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| Compassion has many faces
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| Many names
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| And if men can kill and be decorated
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| Instead of blamed
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| Then a woman called upon to mother
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| Can choose to refrain
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| And contrary to eons
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| Of old time religion
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| Your body is your only
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| True dominion
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| Nature is not here to serve you
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| Or at any cause to preserve you
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| That’s just some preacher man’s
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| Old time opinion
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| Life is sacred
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| Life is also profane
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| A woman’s life
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| It must be hers to name
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| Let out an amendment
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| Put this brutal game to rest
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| Trust, women will still take you
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| To their breast
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| Trust, women will always
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| Do their best
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| Trust, our differences make us stronger
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| Not less
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| In this amendment shall be
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| Family structure shall be free
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| We’ll have the right to civil union
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| With equal rights and
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| Equal protection
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| Intolerance finally
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| Ruined
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| And then there’s the kids rights
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| They’ll naturally be on board
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| The funnel through which
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| Women’s lives are poured
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| Our family is so big
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| And we’re all so very small
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| Let a web of relationship
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| Be laid over it all
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| Over the strutter of power piled up to the sky
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| Over the illusion of autonomy on which it relies
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| Over any absolute that nature does not supply
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| And the birthing woman shall regain her place
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| In a circle of women, in a sacred space
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| Turn off the machines, put away the knifes
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| This amendment shall deliver from bondage midwives |