Don't feel sorry for you in the suburb
I don't believe you were oppressed that way
Life's too short to go cowering through it
I don't believe in your moderate ways
Cry all the time but you're just boring
Try to be normal, but what can you do?
Give me a hand just to wash the other
The past you made is much bigger than you
Baby, I don't hate men
Just all the things they do
Baby, I don't hate men
Maybe I just hate you
One, two
What's wrong? You
Where did you get your sense of entitlement?
Cower in my presence and feel my rage
Don't cop a smile for so much promise
I should've known you would turn out that way
Don't try to be my friend or rival
I've got to this point for the final time
Ladies like me got to think about survival
So many cowards and so little time
Baby, I don't hate men
Just all the things they do
Baby, I don't hate men
Maybe I just hate you
One, two
What's wrong? You
What do you mean don't get offended for
[What do you mean to get so effeminate for?]
It's girls like you who are always torn
Between some pictures and one of the boy times
Give them what they want but I want more
Come on get together girls and do something 'cause
Hating your body's just something to do
Searching for friends and I'm thirsting for something
Starvin for love and I'm hungry for you
One, two
What's wrong with you?
Baby, what's wrong with you?
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