Our bodies are not our own
They ignore us when we speak
We want to try and live our lives
But they decide what\'s best for each
We can\'t be too revealing
Although they prefer no clothes at all
They shout at us like we\'re objects
But it\'s a \"compliment\" not a catcall
We don\'t care how good you think we look
Or how badly you need one dance
But boys will be boys
Just give him a second chance
\"She\'s gonna be a heartbreaker\"
They say as if it\'s some sort of goal
We\'re more than just objects of lust
And that labels a burden that takes a toll
We\'re your mothers, sisters, and daughters too
But for us life will never be as easy as it is for you
This is a mans world
Women just live in it
We want to open their eyes
But they\'ll never truly see
Our bodies are not our own
Yet somehow we\'re supposedly free