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