G#m Do you know me? C#m Really know me? G#m You have opinions about my opinions C#m About my music G#m About my clothes About my body C#m Some people hate what I wear Some people praise it G#m Some people use it to shame others Some people use it to shame me C#m But I feel you watching Always G#m And nothing I do goes unseen So while I feel your stares, C#m your disapproval or your sigh of relief If I lived by them, I'd never be able to move G#m Would you like me to be smaller, weaker, softer, taller? C#m Would you like me to be quiet? Do my shoulders provoke you? Does my chest? G#m Am I my stomach? My hips? The body I was born with C#m Is it not what you wanted? G#m If I wear what is comfortable, I am not a woman C#m If I shed the layers, I'm a slut Though you've never seen my body, G#m you still judge it And judge me for it C#m Why? We make assumptions about people based on their size G#m We decide who they are We decide what they're worth C#m If I wear more, if I wear less Who decides what that makes me, what that means? G#m Is my value based only on your perception? Or is your opinion of me not my responsibility? | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC#m G#m |