No
You fucking coward
You know you're stronger than me
And still
What the hell were you thinking to blame it on me?
Bastard you know what I mean!
Shut the hell up and accept it quietly
Sorry to disappoint
That's not exactly our part here
Now you'd better listen to me!
This is a call to everyone
Who thinks skin, skirts, skinny jeans
Are calling you to party or something like this
We're shouting "You're wrong!"
We're shouting "Stop, now!"
You don't get to cry at all!
I'm relieved
Some tables will be turned from now on
So do you want to talk about power?
About that you don't have it over me
I believe we can talk about vulnerability
If you don't see
The whole world knows I'm not your property
Not everyone gets over this
This is a call to everyone
Who thinks skin, skirts, skinny jeans
Are calling you to party or something like this
We're shouting "You're wrong!"
We're shouting "Stop, now!"
You don't get to cry at all!
Towards freedom
We'll move forward some miles
This song isn't just a heads-up.
We're just starting
Against all odds
This army will march untiringly
Face to face
Together we're gonna stop it
Time, place, clothing ... whatever
Never our fault
I pray for the end
Of each destructive thought
It's not hard to get that
It takes two to tango
If you had shown some respect
None of this would've happened
This is a call to every one
Who thinks skin, skirts, skinny jeans
Are calling you to party or something like this
We're shouting "You're wrong!"
We're shouting "Stop, now!"
You don't get to mar my life at all!
You know you're stronger than me
And still
What the hell were you thinking to blame it on me?
Bastard you know what I mean!
Shut the hell up and accept it quietly
Sorry to disappoint
That's not exactly our part here
Now you'd better listen to me!
This is a call to everyone
Who thinks skin, skirts, skinny jeans
Are calling you to party or something like this
We're shouting "You're wrong!"
We're shouting "Stop, now!"
You don't get to cry at all!
I'm relieved
Some tables will be turned from now on
So do you want to talk about power?
About that you don't have it over me
I believe we can talk about vulnerability
If you don't see
The whole world knows I'm not your property
Not everyone gets over this
This is a call to everyone
Who thinks skin, skirts, skinny jeans
Are calling you to party or something like this
We're shouting "You're wrong!"
We're shouting "Stop, now!"
You don't get to cry at all!
Towards freedom
We'll move forward some miles
This song isn't just a heads-up.
We're just starting
Against all odds
This army will march untiringly
Face to face
Together we're gonna stop it
Time, place, clothing ... whatever
Never our fault
I pray for the end
Of each destructive thought
It's not hard to get that
It takes two to tango
If you had shown some respect
None of this would've happened
This is a call to every one
Who thinks skin, skirts, skinny jeans
Are calling you to party or something like this
We're shouting "You're wrong!"
We're shouting "Stop, now!"
You don't get to mar my life at all!
Credits
Writer(s): Barbara Rocha
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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