| You think I wouldn’t have him
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| Unless I could have him by the balls
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| You think I just dish it out
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| You don’t think I take it at all
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| You think I am stronger
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| You think I walk taller than the rest
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| You think I’m usually wearing the pants
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| Just cause I rarely wear a dress
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| Well…
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| When you look at me
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| You see my purpose
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| See my pride
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| You think I just saddle up my anger
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| And ride and ride and ride
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| You think I stand so firm
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| You think I sit so high on my trusty steed
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| Let me tell you
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| I’m usually face down on the ground
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| When there’s a stampede
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| I’m no heroine
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| At least, not last time I checked
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| I’m too easy to roll over
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| I’m too easy to wreck
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| I just write about
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| What I should have done
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| I just sing
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| What I wish I could say
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| And hope somewhere
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| Some woman hears my music
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| And it helps her through her day
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| Cause some guy designed
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| These shoes I use to walk around
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| Some big man’s business turns a profit
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| Every time I lay my money down
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| Some guy designed the room I’m standing in
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| Another built it with his own tools
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| Who says I like right angles?
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| These are not my laws
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| There are not my rules
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| I’m no heroine
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| I still answer to the other half of the race
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| I don’t fool myself
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| Like I fool you
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| I don’t have the power
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| We just don’t run this place |