Please stop telling me I’m pretty. Please stop telling me I’m fat.
Please stop telling me I’m crazy, just cause I love every cat.
Please stop calling me a spinster just ‘cause I won’t lie with you.
I know you’d be calling me a whore if I went home with you.

Don’t tell me I need protecting. Don’t say I need to be saved.
Don’t tell me I’m PMSing if your mindless ignorance sends me into a rage.

If I’m a liberated equal, just as accomplished as a man
Just as worthwhile and smart and kind and good and rational

Why won’t you represent me as I am?

Please stop telling me I’m lonely ‘cause I’ve never found a man
Who doesn’t kneel before me or try to keep me down.
Don’t try to put my value in the value of my face.
Standing with your dollybirds will never be my place.

Don’t assume I have a special bond with every other woman.
That I don’t get what you’re saying or understand just what you’re doing.
Don’t tell me it’s fine ‘cause I can fall back on my looks.
I’d rather leave my husband than ever leave my books.

If I’m a liberated equal, just as accomplished as a man
Just as worthwhile and smart and kind and good and rational

Why won’t you represent me as I am?

The awful thing about the media, the thing that makes me really pissed
Is there are millions of real women out there, but they’re writing about dolls when they should focus more on us.

If I’m a liberated equal, just as accomplished as a man
Just as worthwhile and smart and kind and good and rational

Why won’t you represent me as I am?