| It’s not like I’m feeling much different
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| Than a woman my age years ago
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| Liberated is what you wanna call it
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| How about unfairly choked?
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| Cause I know some just see my body
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| And every girl I know at some point stopped eating
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| I’m not a man hater
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| I enjoy them like cake
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| But in my position
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| I’m the slut
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| I’m the bitch
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| I’m the whore
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| The one you hate
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| And there’s a name for this kind of man
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| A soft one at that
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| Womanizer
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| Casanova
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| Lothario
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| For us it’s just a stamp to the head
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| For them another notch in the bed
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| It’s like I’m wearing red, and if I am
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| You feel you’ve the right to touch me
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| Cause I asked for it
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| In my little mini skirt
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| Think you can have it
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| My little mini skirt
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| It’s mine all mine
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| I know what it’s like
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| To have everything
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| Taken away from me and my family
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| For there was once a man
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| Proposing to love all of us
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| Instead he is full of hate
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| Towards himself, towards his bait
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| And everything he touches is for him
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| My mother’s soul he devours with a grin
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| And when she finds out
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| The child he has taken
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| Confronts him
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| Stakes him
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| Breaks him
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| All our boxes on the lawn
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| Woman shelter for 9 months
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| Cross the street to the church
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| Pray confusedly about what hurts
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| Enough to start
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| A new beginning for us both
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| I thank you Canada
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| Thank you Canada
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| We are all going, going
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| Never knowing
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| What we had
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| Until it’s gone
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| It’s my little mini skirt
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| Think you can have it
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| My little mini skirt
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| It’s mine all mine |