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Time keeps slippin' away, slippin' away, ee-yeah, ee-yeah, ayy Same routine settles in last 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 Sus-sus-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 Songtexte'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 tellin' us to hide, hi-hide 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 Sus-sus-suspect 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'll ignore it Aus Songtexte Mania