The Knife Na Na Na
I ve got soul in my bones Got a home, a dog and a man to call my own Every month I ve got my period to take care of And to collect in blue tampons Na na na Na na na na I ve got mace, pepperspray And some shoes that runs faster than a rapist rapes What I need is chemical castrations, hope and godspeed Na na na Na na na na What I need is chemical castrations, hope and godspeed
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