Yes, YOU!
With your tuts
It's on TV
It's in music
It's infecting your children
Your grown children
Over twenty years of age
You're still sheltering them
From the freedom of choice

I am not the monster of your nightmares
I am a girl
A girl
A girl

I am not a robot
I feel every barb you tear into me with
Every sting on your tentacles
God I'm sorry
So sorry
For being something different to you