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 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 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 G 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: 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 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Bm C D Em G |