For A Woman

So this is what it's like for a woman This is what it's like for a woman Doing God's work till she's ruined Is all a woman's worth in her womb So this is what it's like for a woman This is what it's like to be chosen Doing God's work till she's ruined Is all a woman's worth in her womb I'm one of many fish in the ocean One of many patterns woven By a man's words, I've been scolded By a man's hands, I've been molded Touched without permission Not a thing that I could do Sound asleep so peacefully Made me easy prey for you Catcalled with breath of alcohol, now I can't stand grape juice or gum They all want me to make babies But all I wanna do is run She's running out of time She's getting way too old But clearly you know what those hips are made for Can't you hear that clock tick, tick Can't you hear that clock tick, tick If I could ask one thing, one thing Would you wish this For your daughter Or would you want her to sing But look at those hips Look at the width Look at her sway, she wants to play Arching her back, she's ready to mix Her fluids Yeah, clearly she knows what those Hips are made for So this is what it's like for a woman This is what it's like for a woman Doing God's work till she's ruined Is all a woman's worth in her womb This is what it's like for a woman For a woman