| I don’t expect you to understand
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| You can’t imagine how I’m feeling
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| I can’t admit it to myself
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| So where would I even begin?
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| Cause I’m a proud woman
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| I must be proud, woman
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| And I am strong woman
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| I must be strong, woman
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| It’s too painful to even think about
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| So it would kill me to say it out loud
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| All this time I thought I’d worked it out
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| So if you don’t mind, I’ll leave it for now
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| And stay a proud woman
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| I must be proud, woman
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| Cause I am strong, a woman
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| I can’t be a mad woman
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| I have analyzed every single inch of my skin
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| And comparisons I can’t seem to break in my daily routine
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| I find myself obsessing imperfections that only I can see
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| And I know it’s such a waste, but the pressure is getting to me
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| I don’t expect you to understand
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| You’d never know what it’s like to be a woman
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| You’d never know what it’s like to be a girl
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| You’d never know what it’s like to be a woman
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| You’d never know what it’s like to be a girl
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| Girl, girl, girl, why?
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| Should my intellect be judged by perceptions of what I should be?
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| And who says that it’s right? |
| We must stop looking skin deep
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| It’s so young that it starts, expectations are too far to reach
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| We lose control
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| And you say that it’s fine, maybe that’s because you don’t want to see
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| I don’t expect you to understand
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| You’d never know what it’s like to be a woman
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| You’d never know what it’s like to be a girl
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| You’d never know what it’s like to be a woman
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| You’d never know what it’s like to be a girl
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| Girl, girl, girl
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| Girl, girl, girl |