Heard it over a million times
The only thing I'm here for is being pretty
Right
Feel your gaze resting on me
Why is your hand touching me?
And it's about time
And it's about time
That you get that this isn't right
And it's about time
And it's about time
That we put up a fight
You Talk over me
You interrupt me
Make me feel invisible, voiceless, dispensable
You Talk over me
You keep touching me
Unfree in my body
Unfree in my mind
Been there over a million times
Fighting way harder just to be recognized
Your endless tales explaining and
Giving me a lesson in my own profession
And it is past time
And it is past time
That you get that this is'nt right
And it is past time
And it is past time
That we put up a fight
You Talk over me
You interrupt me
Make me feel invisible, voiceless, dispensable
You Talk over me
You keep touching me
Unfree in my body
Unfree in my mind