Time keeps slippin´ away, slippin´ away
Same routine settles in next Friday
TV news interviews sayin´, "She´s loose"
Police officer asks, "What she´s wearin´?"
And I´m tired of the world perceivin´ me

And I´m tired of girls sayin´
Something here´s gotta change, it´s gotta change
We keep playin´ the same blame game
Do you think callin´ names makes me feel safe?
"You look prettiest when you smile, babe"
But I don´t want to smile for anyone
And I´ll be caught dead sayin´

Guess it´s my fault my body´s fun to stare at
Sorry my clothes can´t keep your hands from grabbin´
Yeah, it´s my problem, I´m askin´ for it
Guess you´re the victim and I´m the suspect
S-s-suspect

Posters and TV
Tell me my body is for others´ satisfaction
Get a sexual reaction

We´re taught we´re only meant to act holy
Cover up your shoulders or you might tempt somebody
Girls run home at night
When we´re leavin´ from the party
´Cause we´re raised to trust nobody
And it´s not right to make excuses
Teach them why they shouldn´t do this
Instead of telling us to hide, hide

But I guess it´s my fault my body´s fun to stare at
Sorry my clothes can´t keep your hands from grabbin´
Yeah, it´s my problem, I´m askin´ for it
Guess you´re the victim and I´m the suspect
Yeah, it´s my fault my body´s fun to stare at
Sorry my clothes can´t keep your hands from grabbin´

Yeah, it´s my problem, I´m askin´ for it
Guess you´re the victim and I´ll ignore it