In My Way

You don't do Anything to me But these things Keep on happening I see the crime As it's being committed But there's no criminal As far as I can see Something stinks In paradise When you gaze at me With your sweet eyes I've got to wonder What lies behind Some kind of hate Some kind of spite You fight with me But not against the war As if we come from Some even score As if it's just a matter Of talking it out When you don't know What the hell You're talking about You've got to get the facts About the things that you don't see The things that you don't hear What they just say to me And to all the other feminists That you love to frustrate While we try to love you Because you come off as so great But what's so great When you sit on your ass While all of us Are being harassed Just trying to get Through life each day If you're not with the revolution You're in my way