When you ask me
When you ask me if I'm a feminist (feminist)
I say, I say to hell with powerlessness, to hell with loneliness (loneliness)
Damn all those people putting women down
Yes there are women in positions of power
But so many more in chains in drudgery
Tortured, ignored, undermined, undervalued
Raped abused
So when you ask me if I'm a feminist, I say
Why the hell would I not be
So when you ask me if I'm a feminist, I say
Why the hell would I not be
'Cause I'm a city girl
And I'm a city girl yeah
The city made me this way
I'm a drunkard, I'm political
I'm contagious I'm analytical
And yes, sometimes I'm a pushover
When you ask me
When you ask me if I'm angry
I say, I say I don't go ranting in post offices
Or point my gun out of my bedroom window at strangers
I just walk along the street quietly imploding inside my own head
So when you ask me if I'm angry
I say (I stop and said) why the hell would I not be? yeah
When you ask me if I'm angry, I say
Why the hell would I not be?
'Cause I'm a city girl
And I'm a city girl
The city made me this way
I'm a drunkard, I'm political
I'm contagious I'm analytical
And yes, sometimes I'm a pushover
I'm a fighter, I'm a believer
I'm a mother, I'm a cleaner
I'm an artist and I'm yours
When you ask me if I'm happy
I say, when the sun shines, when a child laughs
When I see a simple act of kindness, when you hold my hand
When the wind is in my face
And when the drugs kick in, yes
Sometimes especially when the drugs kick in
'Cause I'm a city girl
And I'm a city girl
The city made me this way
I'm a drunkard, I'm political
I'm contagious, I'm analytical
And yes, sometimes I'm a pushover
I'm a fighter, I'm a believer
I'm a mother, I'm a cleaner
I'm an artist and I'm yours
We're city girls, we're warriors
We're city girls, we're warriors
The city made us this way
When you ask me if I'm lucky
I say, you better (dead)