Time keeps slipping away, slipping away
Same routine settles in next Friday
TV news interviews saying, "She's loose"
Police officer asks, "What she's wearing?"
And I'm tired of the world, perceiving me
And I'm tired of girls saying
Something here's gotta change, it's gotta change
We keep playing the same blame game
Do you think calling names makes me feel safe?
You look prettiest when you smile, babe
But I don't want to smile for anyone
And I'll be caught dead saying
Guess it's my fault my body's fun to stare at
Sorry my clothes can't keep your hands from grabbing
Yeah, it's my problem, I'm asking for it
Guess you're the victim and I'm the suspect
S-s-suspect
Posters and TV
Tell me my body
Is for others' satisfaction
Get a sexual reaction
We're taught we're only
Meant to act holy
Cover up your shoulders
Or you might tempt somebody
Girls run home at night
When we're leaving from the party
'Cause we're raised to trust nobody
And it's not right to make excuses
Teach them why they shouldn't do this
'Stead of telling us to hide, hi-hide
But I guess it's my fault my body's fun to stare at
Sorry my clothes can't keep your hands from grabbing
Yeah, it's my problem, I'm asking for it
Guess you're the victim and I'm the suspect
Yeah, it's my fault my body's fun to stare at
Sorry my clothes can't keep your hands from grabbing
Yeah, it's my problem, I'm asking for it
Guess you're the victim and I'll ignore it