| Honey I work so hard for my money
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| and I leave my babies at home
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| Breaking my back, trying to bring home a check
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| Working my fingers to the bone
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| That the end of the day, feels like a game
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| One I was born to lose
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| In this institution and dead revolution
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| It’s given young women abuse
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| Pay gap
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| Pay gap
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| Why don’t you do the math
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| Pay gap
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| Pay gap
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| Rippin' my dollars in half
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| It’s not that I’m asking for more than I’m owed
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| And I don’t think I’m better than you
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| They say that we live in the land of the free
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| but sometimes that bell don’t ring true
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| It’s been that way with no equal pay
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| and I wanna when it will be fixed
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| Women do work and get treated like slaves
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| since 1776
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| Pay gap
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| Pay gap
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| Don’t give me that feminism crap
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| Pay gap
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| Pay gap
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| Rippin' my dollars in half
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| No matter your religion
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| No matter your race
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| No matter your orientation
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| No matter your creed and
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| No matter your taste
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| No matter your denomination
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| We’re all the same in the eyes of God
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| But in the eyes of rich white men
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| You’re more than a maid
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| To be owned like a dog
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| Second class citizen
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| Pay gap
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| Pay gap
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| Why don’t you do the math
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| Pay gap
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| Pay gap
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| Rippin' my dollars in half |