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