You know what my problem is?
My problem is with the industry
They make me think I’m nothing
I have to do this, I have to do that
Yeah, well keep shaking
I watch my friends
They tall up and run
You idiotic son of a gun
I don’t read your disgust
Instead I discuss
What your mind designs
As you plagiarize
So if I could say
That as you make them decay
You watch yourself
Because a girl
A girl is neither fat nor skinny
A girl is neither pretty nor ugly
And while men get off easy
A girl deals with ridicule
With shame
And you, well, you started it all