Called a slut, when she was raped,

No man charged for sexual assault.

Everyone said she was to blame,

Pointed fingers said, "Your fault."

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You think I should wear make-up, right?

It'll make me prettier, like a doll.

American girls should be blond, right?

Anorexic, Caucasian, and tall?

I'm supposed to have huge breasts, right?

Ones bigger than my head?

I'm supposed to be attractive, right?

And do one man in bed.

I sleep around and I'm a whore, right?

But if you do it you're cool.

I'm different, though, I'm a girl, right?

And abide by society's rules?

I'm not supposed to speak out, right?

Because then I'll be called a bitch.

So I guess I just won't talk, right?

I'll simply sing in pitch?

You think I should work home, right?

So I don't mess my painted nails?

I shouldn't work too much, right?

So I can stay this weak and frail.

I have permission to go to college, right?

But then have to be a housewife?

I'm not supposed to get a job, right?

Cause a girl can't have her own life.

I'm supposed to tend the children, right?

And make sure the boys grow strong?

The girls have to know their place, right?

Know where they belong.

I'll tell them what they can do, right?

That they can't beat the boys.

Because they're supposed to suffer, right?

But without a lot of noise?

Oh! Sorry, I forgot to mention,

There's just a couple little things.

See, this is why we girls need you.

We can't tell up without the kings.

So here it is, I have to say,

One frivolous, small detail.

I'm a woman and I'm a feminist,

And, no, I'm not going to fail.

I'm not going to wear make-up, 'kay?

I'm not here to be your doll.

I'm not answering to your whistling, 'kay?

I really don't want you to call.

I'm not going to get implants, 'kay?

'Cause I'm not here for you to look.

I'm not going in the kitchen, 'kay?

Didn't I mention I can't cook?

I'm going to cut my hair, 'kay?

I don't care what you think.

Call me aggressive and unfeminine, 'kay?

I promise I won't blink.

I'm going to get a job, 'kay?

Why, I don't mind if I do.

I'm not going to obey you, 'kay?

I won't stay 'neath your shoe.

I'm a woman and I'm a feminist,

And I won't hold your hand.

I'm not a girl and I won't submit,

In your patriarchal land.