If I can puff away
Ten cigarettes a day
And make my lungs turn black
Make my muscles feel slack
Fill my throat up with slime
Cut down on my lifetime
Why do I have no say
In how much tax we pay
For the little white stick?
Where's the logic in that?
.
If I can be a wife
Screw up my future life
Start up a family home
My husband's soft hair comb
Get pushed flat out the door
Leave my soul feeling sore
Why do I have no say
In what to do if gay
And in love with someone?
Where's the logic in that?
.
If I can fuck some guy
I'm not quite sure why
Risk all the STDs
Just my body to please
And maybe have a child
(Now, wouldn't that be wild?)
Why do I have no say
On the benefits they
Will have to survive on?
Where's the logic in that?
.
If I can go and fight
For country day and night
Learn how to fire a gun
From the blood never run
Go to dangerous lands
Follow lethal commands
Why do I have no say
On who I fight today
Or if I fight at all?
Where's the logic in that?
It makes no sense to me
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