I've got soul in my bones
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Got a home, a dog and a man to call my own
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Every month
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I've got my period
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To take care of
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And to collect in blue tampons
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Na na na
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Na na na
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I've got mace, pepper-spray
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And some shoes that runs faster than a rapist rapes
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What I need is chemical castrations, hope and godspeed
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Na na na
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Na na na
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What I need is chemical castrations, hope and godspeed...
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Na Na Na
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| The Knife |
