Feeling unsure in my body, Stand back, she’s not our Barbie. Boys like girls with a tiny waist, It’s not really in our ability. I don’t want to be standing pure, For all the boys to see. Spread my legs for Those boys who want me. Teach girls to be perfect, No it’s not our fault, That the boys try to taste Us by using assault. Boys will be be boys, And it’s all our bad Boys coming after us And always try to grab. They all like to stare At our pushed up chest. I stuff tissues in My bra to look the best. They push us around, They beg us for more, We comply and obey, Yet it’s us on the floor. Put us on display, Making us act jolly. I don’t like this treatment, I’m not your dolly.