Nun of your Business
Oh you don't shave? That's gross
You don't wear a bra? You curse? That's not very lady-like
Damn you can't bend that way? You don't want me looking at your butt?
Then don't wear a short skirt
You know what? Just Shut the fuck up. Just SHUT THE FUCK UP
I've got no time for rules in my mind
I won't give up my youth and my pride
Just look away, stop staring at my face
How much time do we have to devote so they can hear our revolt
What you say, the way you act, can have us tearing apart
It is hard to feel safe with the feeling of keep being chased
Don't understand the reason why you gotta cat-call us
I've got no time for rules in my mind
I won't give up my youth and my pride
Just look away, stop staring at my face
Keep feeling your presence, your eyes on my back
What are you screaming for your car
Wanna dress my way covered or showing why i gotta explain myself
It is hard to feel safe with the feeling of keep being chased
Oh well excuse me i'm being dramatic, i don't wanna waste your time
I need my personal space, stop breathing in my face
Who gave you the right, to put your hand on my thigh
GO!
You don't wear a bra? You curse? That's not very lady-like
Damn you can't bend that way? You don't want me looking at your butt?
Then don't wear a short skirt
You know what? Just Shut the fuck up. Just SHUT THE FUCK UP
I've got no time for rules in my mind
I won't give up my youth and my pride
Just look away, stop staring at my face
How much time do we have to devote so they can hear our revolt
What you say, the way you act, can have us tearing apart
It is hard to feel safe with the feeling of keep being chased
Don't understand the reason why you gotta cat-call us
I've got no time for rules in my mind
I won't give up my youth and my pride
Just look away, stop staring at my face
Keep feeling your presence, your eyes on my back
What are you screaming for your car
Wanna dress my way covered or showing why i gotta explain myself
It is hard to feel safe with the feeling of keep being chased
Oh well excuse me i'm being dramatic, i don't wanna waste your time
I need my personal space, stop breathing in my face
Who gave you the right, to put your hand on my thigh
GO!
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Writer(s): Gabriela Borrell Arauz
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