Hey what are you going to tell me I haven't been through
Some of you read and some others make the books
What are you going to show me I hadn't swallowed yet
What are you telling me I haven't heard

We are rewriting history with our Tumblr
We are showing the hidden side of the game
Empowered nymphets in the sun rays
Our life speaks volumes, I am not who I was then
I was a teenage wreck in the hands of a man
He was a Humbert at the thought of my body and my limbs
I keep it outside as a badge of my life
But don't get me wrong, I am not that book
I change the meaning of the words everytime I move
I make them breathe, I make them come alive
In my own terms, in my own sense
And everything I do is trying to get through
this message that I've bled, this message that I spread
We are the girls, we know what's up
What are you telling me - I know it all
Still at it - with my man who is older than I
Still rocking that summer wind in al
I am breathing mythology, I am breathing testimony
of what they don't dare see
I am an unwanted presence in the room
because I know it good
I learnt it at 16 - my teenage hustling
Your dad shuns your older lover - it's our daily bread
Never be sorry! For fulfilling your dreams
Girls from the world raise your voice high
Men with us help us wear out our lungs
our body, weary in pleasure, all of us...

But I am 24 - my time is over, I know
But I breathe the Lolitaesque still
I live the Lolitaesque!
A tough path to tread on.
But rewarding overall.

Love and soul, that complicated scheme
we try to understand
do we?