by Ani Difranco
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You think I wouldn’t have him
Unless I could have him by the balls
You think I just dish it out
You don’t think I take it at all
You think I am stronger
You think I walk taller than the rest
You think I’m usually wearing the pants
Just ’cause I rarely wear a dress
Well…
When you look at me
You see my purpose,
See my pride
You think I just saddle up my anger
And ride, ride , ride
You think I stand so firm
You think I sit so high on my trusty steed
Let me tell you
I’m usually face down on the ground
Whenever there’s a stampede
I’m no heroine
At least, not last time I checked
I’m too easy to roll over
I’m too easy to wreck
I just write about
What I should have done
I just sing
What I wish I could say
And hope somewhere
Some woman hears my music
And it helps her through her day
‘Cause some guy designed
These shoes I use to walk around
Some big man’s business turns a profit
Every time I lay my money down
Some guy designed the room I’m standing in
that was once built with his own tools
Who says I like right angles?
These are not my laws
There are not my rules
I’m no heroine
I still answer to the other half of the race
I don’t fool myself
Like I fooled you
I don’t have the power
you know, we just don’t run this place
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