You think you can define me,
by what\'s between my legs
You think you can shape me in your own image
An object to use whenever you please
You think you can call what\'s mine yours
You think deflowering is a prize
Well you are wrong
You insinuate that you are better than me
Because no one will say anything
of the amount of women in your bed
Because no one will judge you,
for how many people you have loved
And you deem sex a game
How foolish you are