| Ain’t it funny how a man
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| Who’s never met me
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| Tries to tell me what I
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| Can and cannot do with my body?
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| Ain’t it funny how we tell our little girls
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| Don’t be a slut like it’s my fault
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| He held me down at that party
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| You’ll say my dress was too short
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| And if I bring him to court
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| You’ll let him off with a slap on the wrist
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| Until he does it again
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| And you’ll have to pretend
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| You didn’t know that he was dangerous
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| You know what?
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| Well you can go and fuck yourself
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| I got nothin to say to you
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| But fuck yourself
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| You don’t know what I’m going through
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| Do you have girls
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| Oh, a mother or daughter
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| Who got something to lose
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| Well, fuck yourself
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| 'Cause I ain’t doin' that for you
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| Ain’t it funny how the guy
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| Who gets with everyone in town
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| Is a baller or a king or a player
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| When the second that a girl
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| Gets on her knees before she’s married
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| You go tell her that she needs a savior
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| And all the mamas at work
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| Who don’t get jobs after birth
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| Because the man at the top don’t understand
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| That she can still be a mom
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| And have it goin' on
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| If you dare to say I’m wrong
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| Then you can go and fuck yourself
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| I got nothin to say to you
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| But fuck yourself
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| You don’t know what I’m going through
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| Do you have girls
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| Oh, a mother or daughter
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| Who got something to lose
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| Well, fuck yourself
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| 'Cause I ain’t doin' that for you
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| I ain’t doin' that for you |