كلمات Song Song Song

Got a daughter who'll eat anything They like to feed her words, words, words And tell her, Watch for the plague, girl, check your stool Or we'll send you to reformatory school And make a man out of you They'll press what is left into new They'll press what is left into new They'll press what is left into new Out of dust, out of empty space From the bedroom to the marketplace You be bold, but not too bold, and frame it all in gold, in gold Your credibility is broken in two But we'll press what is left into new We'll press what is left into new We'll press what is left into new Let's sing a song about a woman's rage Sing a song about an empty stage A song, a song about how to sing A song song song about everything! You're tough, for a girl, and you're smart, for a girl Stop, stop your ears from burning and fill my stomach with your singing Concern concern concern yourself with the invisible! Concern concern concern yourself with the incredible! Don't turn to motherhood so fast, you have been blinded There's a word for all you keep inside And though you try to hide it, we will write it!