[Verse 1] (slow down strum)
D C G
Time keeps slipping away, slipping away
D C G
Same routine settles in next Friday
D C G
TV news interviews saying, "She's loose"
D C G
Police officer asks, "What she's wearing?"
C G D C
And I'm tired of the world perceiving me
C G
And I'm tired of girls saying
D C G
Something here's gotta change, it's gotta change
D C G
We keep playing the same blame game
D C G
Do you think calling names makes me feel safe?
D C G
"You look prettiest when you smile, babe"
C G D C
But I don't want to smile for anyone
C G
And I'll be caught dead saying
[Chorus]
D A Em G
Guess it's my fault my body's fun to stare at
D A Em G
Sorry my clothes can't keep your hands from grabbing
D A Em G
Yeah, it's my problem, I'm asking for it
D A Em G
Guess you're the victim and I'm the suspect
S-s-suspect
[Verse 2]
A
Posters and TV
Bm D G A
Tell me my body is for others' satisfaction
Bm D
Get a sexual reaction
G A Bm D
We're taught we're only meant to act holy
G A Bm D
Cover up your shoulders or you might tempt somebody
G A Bm D
Girls run home at night
G A
When we're leavin' from the party
Bm D
'Cause we're raised to trust nobody
G A Bm D
And it's not right to make excuses
G A
Teach them why they shouldn't do this
Bm C G
'Stead of telling us to hide, hi-hide
[Chorus]
D A Em G
But I guess it's my fault my body's fun to stare at
D A Em G
Sorry my clothes can't keep your hands from grabbing
D A Em G
Yeah, it's my problem, I'm asking for it
D A Em G
Guess you're the victim and I'm the suspect
D A Em G
Yeah, it's my fault my body's fun to stare at
D A Em G
Sorry my clothes can't keep your hands from grabbing
D A Em G
Yeah, it's my problem, I'm asking for it
D A Em G
Guess you're the victim and I'll ignore it
[Outro]
D A Em G
D A Em G
D A Em G
D A Em G
D A Em D
Time keeps slipping away, slipping away
Same routine settles in next Friday
TV news interviews saying, "She's loose"
Police officer asks, "What she's wearing?"
And I'm tired of the world, perceiving me
And I'm tired of girls saying
Something here's gotta change, it's gotta change
We keep playing the same blame game
Do you think calling names makes me feel safe?
"You look prettiest when you smile, babe"
But I don't want to smile for anyone
And I'll be caught dead saying
Guess it's my fault my body's fun to stare at
Sorry my clothes can't keep your hands from grabbing
Yeah, it's my problem, I'm asking for it
Guess you're the victim and I'm the suspect
S-s-suspect
Posters and TV
Tell me my body
Is for others' satisfaction
Get a sexual reaction
We're taught we're only
Meant to act holy
Cover up your shoulders
Or you might tempt somebody
Girls run home at night
When we're leaving from the party
'Cause we're raised to trust nobody
And it's not right
To make excuses
Teach them why they shouldn't do this
'Stead of telling us to hide
But I guess it's my fault my body's fun to stare at
Sorry my clothes can't keep your hands from grabbing
Yeah, it's my problem, I'm asking for it
Guess you're the victim and I'm the suspect
Yeah, it's my fault my body's fun to stare at
Sorry my clothes can't keep your hands from grabbing
Yeah, it's my problem, I'm asking for it
Guess you're the victim and I'll ignore it
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