Jot down the words you wanna say Make sure they don't conflict with mine in any way Remember the laws that apply I gave you a buck it's my right to decide
Pretend your life is squeaky clean Pure as the virgin you think your daughter is As you bring your speech to a close But she's doing it under your nose
I don't care who you wanna pray to If it makes you happy then go ahead But you claim I'm wrong, what gives you the right Just stick to your own life
You used to wear your pretty clothes Now that the scruff is in you're bluff, what you used to know The fashion police are in And suddenly your politics are changing again
Push them in the right direction to paradise Distinguish the weak from the strong But knowing that we end up the same in the long run
I don't care who you wanna pray to If it makes you happy then go ahead But you claim I'm wrong, what gives you the right Just stick to your own life
The position you have may be lost
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