My body, my legs, my back
My arms, my hands, my bones
My breasts, my heart and its reflexes
My skin, my waist, my sex
What i do with my nights
What amuses me, what annoys me
My ambitions
How i cover my flesh
What is the sound of my anger
When i say no
Who decided what a woman is
A rosebud, a bit of flame
Neither or all at the same time
The woman, the woman, the woman
Who decided what a woman is
What a woman is
Who decided what a woman is
What a woman is
My noise, my sweat, my taste
My lives, my deaths and my blows
Blood is muddy in my veins
My rages, my anger, my disgust
Keep asking me who
Compose for me the melodies that I hum
As if we weren't done
As if there was always a need for a man
Who decided what a woman is
A rosebud, a bit of flame
Neither or all at the same time
The woman, the woman, the woman
Who decided what a woman is
What a woman is
Who decided what a woman is
My body more or less beautiful
My choices, my rules, my burdens
My breasts, my heart and its reflexes
My skin, my waist, my sex
Who decided what a woman is
A rosebud, a bit of flame
Neither or all at the same time
The woman, the woman, the woman
Who decided what a woman is
What a woman is
Who decided what a woman is
Who decided what a woman is
What a woman is
Who decided what a woman is
What a woman is