| There’s so much noise in the world today
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| For whatever reason we all get to have our say
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| But respect for which everybody begs
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| Is hard to find with people so concerned with what’s between our legs
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| Now in the past I’ve caused confusion, it’s true
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| But what’s the fun of living life pink or blue?
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| I say just tell 'em all to shut up and just be you
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| Now when I’m at the movies, and I’m standing in line
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| I might hear some guy shout out saying 'Girl, you look fine'
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| Well I may think it’s rude, but that old attitude makes me laugh
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| Or if I’m on the phone, and I’m talking so bold
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| And that operator says to me 'Ma'am, please hold'
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| Well I know it’s my voice, it’s never been a choice for me
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| Well I may sound like a dame, and my curves make 'em cry
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| But there is more man to me than meets the eye
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| No I’m not either or, what a bore, I’m just me
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| Now when I’m at the doctor, for little old check up
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| And he says I’ve marked the wrong box and I wanna yell 'Step up!'
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| Well I take it in stride, it won’t change what’s inside of me
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| Or if I’m at airport security, and they send in some chick
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| To start pattin' me down until she notices my dic-tion and my grammar correct,
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| I am what I elect to be
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| Well you can call me uncouth, call me in a pinch hitter
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| You can call me miss or mister, just don’t call me a quitter
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| I’ve got nothing to prove, doll or dude, I’m just me
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| What does it matter if you’re a girl or a guy, what good’s a label do?
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| Don’t let them tell you that it’s do or die, I say buck up, they’re the fuck up
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| Don’t let them put the blame on you, oooooh
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| We’re both the beauty and the beast, we’re the genie and the lamp
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| We’re the tramp and we’re the lady, though I’m mainly just the tramp
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| Blowin' up the binary.
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| I’m a stiletto on a size 12 shoe, enjoy the show and stick around or screw
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| Yeah, there’s nothing they can do, darling it’s true, cause I’m just me |