Lyrics: Gemma Owens
Music: Gemma Owens/Kyle Aubrey/Samson Radici/Barclay Israel
Look at me, what do you see?
An equal party
I turned the other cheek to see
The better side of you
Growing up was hard enough
With my body, changing every month
No you can't touch me because you’re horny
It doesn’t apply, when it's not your body
Do I have to get used to them
Glaring at my chest
Before breakfast?
Didn’t having sisters teach you about respect?
My body, is my body
It's better being quiet
My body, is my body
And I’m done, being quiet
I love you, but it's time
To step up
To raise our sons
To treat their ladies like queens
And I’m sorry if I've come across too firmly
It's already been a thousand years
I'm tired of hearing the words
That “boys will be boys”
Do I have to get used to them
Glaring at my chest
Before breakfast?
Didn’t having sisters teach you about respect? (Oooooooo)
My body, is my body
It's better being quiet
My body, is my body
And I’m done, being quiet
My body’s, my body
My body’s, my body
My body’s, my body
My body’s, my body
My body’s, my body
My body’s, my body
My body’s, my body
My body’s, my body