“Why can’t I walk down the street free of suggestion?”
Er zijn in de laatste weken, met het het nieuws rond Harvey Weinstein en Kevin Spacey, #MeToo en Jelle Brandt Corstius een hoop liedjes door mijn hoofd gegaan, maar deze punkklassieker steekt er boven uit. Het is best knap dat een man in het hoofd en de ervaring van een vrouw is gekropen, maar vooral ook de schuld bij zichzelf legt.
Why can’t I walk down a street free of suggestion?
Is my body the only trait in the eye’s of men?
I’ve got some skin
You want to look in there?
Is my body the only trait in the eye’s of men?
I’ve got some skin
You want to look in there?
Lays no reward in what you discover
You spent yourself watching me suffer
Suffer your words, suffer your eyes, suffer your hands
Suffer your interpretation of what it is to be a man
You spent yourself watching me suffer
Suffer your words, suffer your eyes, suffer your hands
Suffer your interpretation of what it is to be a man
I’ve got some skin
You want to look in?
She does nothing to deserve it
He only wants to observe it
You want to look in?
She does nothing to deserve it
He only wants to observe it
We sit back like they taught us
We keep quiet like they taught us
He just wants to prove she does nothing to remove it
We don’t want anyone to mind us
We keep quiet like they taught us
He just wants to prove she does nothing to remove it
We don’t want anyone to mind us
So, we play the roles that they assigned us
She does nothing to conceal it
He touches her ‘cause he wants to feel it
We blame her for being there
She does nothing to conceal it
He touches her ‘cause he wants to feel it
We blame her for being there
But, we are all guilty
