Blame Game

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, hi-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