I Didn't Ask You

you say, girl i like it fast
i say, boy that don’t surprise me
for what it’s worth i didn’t even ask
but you just gotta advise me

i’m not hoping i’m not wishing
i’m not asking for permission
you keep talking i’m not listening
my existence ain’t on trial
here comes that crazy bitch again
why does she get sensitive when
you tell her she’d look better if she’d only fucking smile

i didn’t ask you (woah)
how you see me (ooh)
i don’t need you (boy)
just to be me (yeah)

you say, girl you’re so emotional
i say, boy you’re just afraid of
living in a world where you’re losing control
you cower in the power that i’m made of

but it’s physical, political,
emotional and spiritual
it’s sexual, perpetual,
habitual assault
here comes that short skirt argument
why does she get sensitive when
you put your hands all over her
​and tell her it’s her fault