Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand
'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Don't let me out of your sight I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights Oh ... I've had it up to here!
The moment that I step outside So many reasons For me to run and hide I can't do the little things I hold so dear 'Cause it's all those little things That I fear
'Cause I'm just a girl I'd rather not be 'Cause they won't let me drive Late at night I'm just a girl
Guess I'm some kind of freak 'Cause they all sit and stare With their eyes I'm just a girl Take a good look at me Just your typical prototype Oh... I've had it up to here I Oh... am I making myself clear?
I'm just a girl I'm just a girl In the world... That's all that you'll let me be!
I'm just a girl, living in captivity Your rule of thumb Makes me worry some I'm just a girl, what's my destiny? What I've succumbed to Is making me numb I'm just a girl ... my apologies What I've become is so burdensome I'm just a girl, lucky me Twiddle-dum there's no comparison
Oh...I've had it up to! Oh...I've had it up to! Oh...I've had it up to here
Oh my goodness, this song absolutely typified my life as an adolescent upon moving here in high school. I came over as a tomboy with different norms and behaviours. Teachers tried to get me to wear skirts and be quieter. I played this ong everyday while acquiescing to their requests. However, the day before graduation was a talent show-where I promptly performed "cell block tango" from "Chicago" in production appropriate attire. I too had had it up to "here."
talking about gender roles always makes me think of this song... one of my favorite bands
ReplyDeleteTake this pink ribbon off my eyes
ReplyDeleteI'm exposed
And it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know
Exactly where I stand
This world is forcing me
To hold your hand
'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me
Don't let me out of your sight
I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh ... I've had it up to here!
The moment that I step outside
So many reasons
For me to run and hide
I can't do the little things
I hold so dear
'Cause it's all those little things
That I fear
'Cause I'm just a girl
I'd rather not be
'Cause they won't let me drive
Late at night
I'm just a girl
Guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare
With their eyes
I'm just a girl
Take a good look at me
Just your typical prototype
Oh... I've had it up to here I
Oh... am I making myself clear?
I'm just a girl
I'm just a girl
In the world...
That's all that you'll let me be!
I'm just a girl, living in captivity
Your rule of thumb
Makes me worry some
I'm just a girl, what's my destiny?
What I've succumbed to
Is making me numb
I'm just a girl ... my apologies
What I've become is so burdensome
I'm just a girl, lucky me
Twiddle-dum there's no comparison
Oh...I've had it up to!
Oh...I've had it up to!
Oh...I've had it up to here
Oh my goodness, this song absolutely typified my life as an adolescent upon moving here in high school. I came over as a tomboy with different norms and behaviours. Teachers tried to get me to wear skirts and be quieter. I played this ong everyday while acquiescing to their requests. However, the day before graduation was a talent show-where I promptly performed "cell block tango" from "Chicago" in production appropriate attire. I too had had it up to "here."
ReplyDeleteLove it!
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