I mean, look at my hair
    Look at the length of it there, and the shape of my body
    If I told you that I was raped
    Do you really think that anybody would think I didn’t ask for i

    I didn’t ask for it
    Didn’t testify, already fucked up my story
    On top of this
    So many other things you can’t believe
    Did you know a singer can still be
    Looking like a side piece at thirty-th

    It’s not about having someone to love me anymore
    No, this is the experience of being an American whore