Time keeps slippin' away, slippin' away
Same routine settles in next Friday
TV news interviews sayin', "She's loose"
Police officer asks, "What she's wearin'?"
And I'm tired of the world perceivin' me
And I'm tired of girls sayin'
Something here's gotta change, it's gotta change
We keep playin' the same blame game
Do you think callin' names makes me feel safe?
"You look prettiest when you smile, babe"
But I don't want to smile for anyone
And I'll be caught dead sayin'
Guess it's my fault my body's fun to stare at
Sorry my clothes can't keep your hands from grabbin'
Yeah, it's my problem, I'm askin' for it
Guess you're the victim and I'm the suspect
S-s-suspect
Posters and TV
Tell me my body is for others' satisfaction
Get a sexual reaction
We're taught we're only meant to act holy
Cover up your shoulders or you might tempt somebody
Girls run home at night
When we're leavin' from the party
'Cause we're raised to trust nobody
And it's not right to make excuses
Teach them why they shouldn't do this
Instead of telling us to hide, hide
But I guess it's my fault my body's fun to stare at
Sorry my clothes can't keep your hands from grabbin'
Yeah, it's my problem, I'm askin' for it
Guess you're the victim and I'm the suspect
Yeah, it's my fault my body's fun to stare at
Sorry my clothes can't keep your hands from grabbin'
Yeah, it's my problem, I'm askin' for it
Guess you're the victim and I'll ignore it
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