Monsieur, I must ask you what gives you the right?
Am I not a threat, do you think I won't fight?
I answer no questions not to tell you no lies
But in a vain attempt to make you realise
That I do not want you, you make me feel scared
And you'll have to **** me before I accompany you to bed

Do I look too friendly, or is it something I did?
Please tell me now so I can get totally rid
Of any trait that attracts men like you
Who make me feel nauseous not willing to *****
Who try to follow me home when I'm out late at night
Despite my disinterest, my protest, my fright

Here I stand now, nervously pinching my hands
Listening to you and all of your instant demands
If I open my mouth to ask you to go
You are further encouraged because you don't understand no
So instead I stay silent and offer a prayer
Any chance of something to make you disappear

And when you finally leave tears burn in my eyes
I feel relief, shock, hate, fear, even surprise
The feelings don't leave me that night or the next
I watch every man as a potential threat wanting ***
It gives you a power to have affected me so
But it gives me strength too and from this I will grow