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Ain't it funny how a man who's never met me
Tries to tell me what I can and cannot do with my body
Ain't it funny how we tell our little girls
Don't be a slut like it's my fault
He held me down at that party
You'll say my dress was too short
And if I bring him to court
You'll let him off with a slap on the wrist
Until he does it again
And you'll have to pretend
You didn't know that he was dangerous
You know what
Well you can go and ****yourself
I got nothin' to say to you
But ****yourself
You don't know what I'm going through
Do you have girls
Oh a mother or daughter
Who got something to lose
Well ****yourself
'Cause I ain't doin' that for you
Ain't it funny how the guy
Who gets with everyone in town
Is a baller or a king or a player
When the second that a girl
Gets on her knees before she's married
You go tell her that she needs a savior
And all the mamas at work
Who don't get jobs after birth
Because the men at the top don't understand
That she can still be a mom
And have it goin' on
If you dare to say I'm wrong
Then you can go and ****yourself
I got nothin' to say to you
But ****yourself
You don't know what I'm going through
Do you have girls
Oh a mother or daughter
Who got something to lose
Well ****yourself
Cause I ain't doin' that for you
Cause I ain't doin' that for you
