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Tired of dresses and high heels
Today I let my hair down and here comes the reflection
I wondered why so unhappy
Being the same being, but undervalued
So hard to see they are just two words

Man or woman, but both the same mass
Why are you the king and I a cheap princess?
Shut up once and for all, you're going to put your foot in it!

Ask him, he seems to have answers
That the fault lies with this sick society
Sick with power, money, and other vices
But based on rather limited arguments
They talk about equality and registered rights

In the end, I will be a privileged object
If it weren't for the woman being the first to be fired
If it weren't for the woman, a hole to anchor the stick
You say I'm more than just a pretty face
You go to photoshop with my face and edit it

Raise your voice, you're open and listening to me
But I speak the truth and you say it's nonsense
Mom always told me not to walk alone
But she never told the boy not to violate girls
Dad, on the other hand, told me to be delicate
And he told my brother how to get a girl

March 8th, the revolution arrives
Women with two breasts and a stronger heart
Full of anger, full of dissatisfaction
Shit with glitter is still shit

Modern enlightened ones think they are right
But the girl wears a skirt and is just another whore
Don't label me as something I'm not because I'm not what you expected
I had a blindfold on and you covered my face
I'm not better than you, nor am I worse

If you want to collaborate, make this song idiotic
Don't treat me as an object, treat me as what I am
Person of the opposite sex, but not as inferior
Leave your ideals behind and join the mission
Let the only clash be making love