This lyric is: #471

sitting pretty
(c)2001 rozlynn farrell

legs crossed, hands in lap, fragile, quiet, take the crap.
be demure, don't dare curse, keep a compact in your purse.
panty-liners, cell phone,
'cause girls need help when they're alone.
don't beat the boys at their own game,
don't sleep around, feel lots of shame
because you bleed, because you cry
at the fact that you're a size too high
according to the magazines
written by men without the means
to see the world through a woman's eyes.
he thinks he knows what's between your thighs.

legs crossed, hands in lap. this whole damn world is one big slap
across the face
across the ass
'cause he thinks us women are second class.
and the longer we sit here holding our tongues the longer he keeps us on the first rung,
afraid to walk the streets at night,
afraid to say what we know to be right.

legs crossed, hands in lap, f*@# you man, i'll draw my own map
of where i'm going, of who i'll be
'cause your weight in this world doesn't intimidate me.
i'll sit spread eagle, wave my hands in the air, break outta this mold without a care.
too bad for you, i'm not the only one.
we're everywhere now, this is getting fun.
we're finding our voice,
one for all.
you don't have a choice
we're standing tall.
some of us sit just like you prefer,
some of us giggle and some of us purr.
and some of us kick and some of us fight,
and some of us scream
and some of us write.


[This message has been edited by folkiethis (edited 08-30-2002).]

[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-03-2002).]