Tight blue jeans, skin that shows in patches...
Strong inside, but you don't know it, good little girls they never show it
When you open up your mouth to speak, could you be a little weak?
Do you know what it feels like for a girl?
Do you know what it feels like in this world, for a girl?
Hair that twirls on finger tips so gently, baby,
Hands that rest on jutting hips repenting...
Hurt that's not supposed to show and tears that fall when no one knows,
When you're trying hard to be your best, could you be a little less?
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