If I were a woman, I would have to start
To clear the backcloth
Of the virgin myth and of the manly male.
If I were a woman, I could publish
Thousands of reasons of Don Juan
The loud laughs would make us cry.
If I were a woman, nobody would touch me
A silly with night, a background music and exposure of John Wey
Would give me the enthusiasm of raping him.
And so, nothing of equality
Death to the rapist, prise to the infidelity
Would make them try that what they’re calling “our freedom”.
If I were a woman, if I were a woman
I would have to love me.
If I were a woman, I wouldn’t get married
No brassiere, no pills, he should take them
And now that you know it, now, take me.
And so, nothing of equality
Death to the rapist, prise to the infidelity
Would make them try that what they’re calling “our freedom”.
If I were a woman, if I were a woman
I would have to love me.
And so, nothing of equality
Death to the rapist, prise to the infidelity
Would make them try that what they’re calling “our freedom”.
If I were a woman, if I were a woman
I would have to love me.
If I were a woman, if I were a woman
Now, take me; now, take me, oh…