No, I won't grind with you at the dance
Why do you? You're only thirteen.
No, I won't cuss because you want me to
We're only eight.
No, I won't wear whore's clothes on TV
I'm only four.
I should be learning to live.
I should be learning to read.
I should be learning to love.
Not show myself off, be ignorant of life.
'Cause if that's the way, I won't get far.
In the end, the world won't care
In how many languages you knew how to swear
Or how high your heels were
Or how broad your ass was
In the end, we're all worm food
So make something that lasts.
A treaty, a building, a best-selling book
Don't waste your time letting all the boys look
At your legs, at your breasts
Or taking a look at who's got the best
Record of marriages and divorces in Hollywood
Really, are we that shallow?
This country's gone from "We the People"
To "I whip my hair back and forth"
From risking life and limb for freedom
To seeing how short we can make skirts for two-year-olds - Why?
If they're dressed that way,
Are they to climb in bed with a child molester?
No, because that would be wrong
Well, seems like we encourage it
Cognitive dissonance is the order of the day.
Here's my words to society: Go Away!