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[Intro: Spoken]
When was the last time you met somebody
That thinks for themself?

[Verse 1]
This is a tale of insecurity
How many inches? Let me see?
It's your need to control
Your need to be cruel
In a world that's centered around tool
Shave me up, shape me up, dress me all pretty
Like a little child, as you try to disarm me
Fear of my body? Fear of my womb?
No brute force can match the strength of the moon!
Why do you look so nervous?

[Verse 2]
I'm sick of the nudges, I'm sick of the stares
Am I always expected to do as they dare?
Boys will be boys, and if they break their toys
No one will blame them; they do as they enjoy
It's not set in stone how to just be a man
I'm no slave to the rhythm; I know where I stand
No one is my conquest, even if I lose face
I'll fall through my life with compassion and grace