you will bleed, your womb will see a red storm
and you'll hate the fem-scorn it makes
i really feel that when you leak from breasts, then
you can't not see the truth be-hind fems

it looks as though to stay at home
and nurture things is quite the mama's role

don't leak, i know ya thought you're brazen
don't be caught blood-spraying, it says you're just a girl
don't leak, i know what needs milking, i don't need to see it
it says you're just a girl

the memories of weights i'd see the guys lift
are somehow altogether compromising
as you strive for "equal rights," with your head in the sand
you self-deny

don't leak, i know ya thought you're brazen
don't be caught blood-spraying, cuz that's the crux of girls
don't leak, i know what needs milking, baby needs fulfillment
the tell-tale crux of girls

it's unending, the female cops pretending who they are
you can't be mighty as a guy, dear, sorry...

don't speak, i know just what you're saying
don't speak of your strength, miss
if twenty pounds are curled
don't speak, i know how you're thinking
i don't see an equal, your yelling is absurd
i know how you're praying, so keep on weight-training

don't speak
don't leak
don't speak

the role of womb
the role of womb
the role of teats too

oh, lalalalalala