| Should she be glad about how far we’ve come this day and age?
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| Should she save the money for a late cab ride home with her wage?
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| Should she bear the old fart explaining the world and its way?
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| Should she be blamed because she dressed as she liked that day?
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| Should they be selling pepper spray at every goddamn shop?
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| Should they keep up the thread? |
| It’s the strangers in a mob
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| Should limitations be so old that they are forgotten about?
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| Should they spread the blame? |
| The whore or the boyscout
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| Going nightjogging
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| In the wrong neighbourhood
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| Although mama told me
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| That I never should
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| Going nightjogging
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| In the wrong part of town
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| Just try and touch me
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| You’re going down
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| He should know it’s C19H28O2 that’s poisoning the wells
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| He should know the lethal end of all these locker room tales
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| He should bear the whistle that he blows when he wants to grope
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| He should admit there are two different worlds on this globe
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| We should see no boy’s born a man, it is what he becomes
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| We should not scare our daughters, we must teach our sons
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| We should know: violence has no race, no religion, no class
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| But we should not deny what gender it has
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| Going nightjogging
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| In the wrong neighbourhood
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| Although mama told me
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| That I never should
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| Going nightjogging
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| In the wrong part of town
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| Just try and touch me
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| You’re going down
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| And boys won’t be boys
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| Yes boys won’t be boys
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| Won’t be boys
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| Boys won’t be boys |