| All about control, that’s the plan
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| Hitting her makes you feel like a man
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| It’s a sick and twisted brutal game
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| Won’t stay silent to this abusive shame
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| Can’t justify raising those hands
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| Don’t raise your hands
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| And you say she had it coming
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| She’s out of control
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| But there is no excuse for this
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| No way to quantify the toll
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| It’s not right to hit her, to instill fear
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| Or keep her down… Hands down!
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| Got to talk it out peacefully, kill that siren sound
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| Cause this is it
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| All night shouting rips through quiet
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| Sense escalation inevitable fight
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| Next you hear pleas for pity
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| Then you eye that phone intently
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| Make that 911 call to the city
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| It’s not right to hit her, to instill fear
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| Or keep her down… Hands down!
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| Got to talk it out peacefuly, kill that siren sound
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| Cause this is it… Hands down!
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| It’s not right to hit her, to instill fear
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| Or keep her down… Hands down!
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| Got to talk it out peacefully, kill that siren sound
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| Cause this is it
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| She needs a say as well
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| Her voice not a hinderence
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| Talking with her beats shouting abuse
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| Step up and be a man
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| Her fair treatment is the plan
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| Deescalation is the right choice
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| It’s not right to hit her, to instill fear
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| Or keep her down… Hands down!
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| Got to talk it out peacefuly, kill that siren sound
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| Cause this is it… Hands down!
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| It’s not right to hit her, to instill fear
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| Or keep her down… Hands down!
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| Got to talk it out peacefully, kill that siren sound
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| Cause this is it |