I’m a sexual object.
Sexual propositions hoping to be turned
into sex positions.
I’m a one night stand, I’m to be messed with
and left again.
Favors and hit ons, it’s an endless sickening cycle.
Forever to be catcalled and never hold
down a man.
Let’s have her go through life feeling
weak and insecure.
Never good enough and never first.
Let’s put her down and think she’s number one, when
this whole time she’s never been good enough.
She’s a disaster, she’s a sexual object
she’s my one night favor and forever “my baby”
Until one night she goes crazy and cracks
Thinking life is always going to be like that.