I wear baggy clothes,
Not because I like them,
But because maybe people will stop touching
What they don’t own.
My body is mine.
I wear baggy clothes,
I hide under the seams
To try to not make people to keen,
To touch what doesn’t belong to them.
My body is mine.
I wear baggy clothes
The aesthetic is there, yes.
But have you ever had to imagine,
What it feels like crawling in your skin.
My body is mine.
I wear baggy clothes,
But when I don\'t,
I\'m trying to hard to impress
They say ‘you can\'t wear that dress’.
My body is mine.
I wear baggy clothes
They say’ looking good babe’
Whistling down the street,
Sometimes it doesn\'t happen,
But sometimes it\'s everyone you meet.
My body is mine.
I wear baggy clothes,
Hiding what only a few a know,
Your body-
Is the only thing that matters to some of them,
To be an object in a man\'s eyes.
My body is mine.