"She's such a slut"
That girl right there
With the low-cut shirt, high heels, short skirt.
You don't know her,
You don't know her life,
But that doesn't matter.
"She's a whore"
Without a second thought,
As if these words don't have a deep-seated meaning
As if they're nothing but words.
Everyone tosses them about like nothing.
They're adjectives as common as nice and funny
But there's nothing nice or funny about degredation.
These words are infuriating;
The hell said you could decide who she is or who she is not?
Is it any of your fucking business what she does or doesn't do with her body?
Did you acquire the authority to judge what's wrong or what's right?
If she wants one guy, she can have him.
Two? She can have them.
Ten? She can have them.
Fifty? She can have them.
It's still her choice.
Her choice isn't right
Her choice isn't wrong
It's her choice because it's about how she feels
And you should in no way try to persuade her choice.
If she wants to, she'll say yes;
Otherwise, it's a no.
Are people so ignorant as to fabricate scenarios of girls in their minds
As nothing more than a thing you can use in whatever way you please?
The girl is a performer, an act
Something to look at, something to
Minds must change, people must change
We are not slaves
We may be bitches
But none of that concerns you.
What we do is between us and God
You have no say in anything anyone else chooses
Because they will choose as they see fit
They will choose to be comfortable and happy.
Whether that picture includes you
You don't have a say.
Stay out of my mind, don't try to guilt me or bribe me or control me
I am my own person and I get to decide what's best for me,
You never will.