Dm    C

C         Dm          
I've got soul in my bones 
      C                                Dm
Got a home, a dog and a man to call my own 

Every month 
            C
I've got my period 

To take care of 
                       Dm
And to collect in blue tampons 


Dm
Na na na 
C
Na na na 


         Dm
I've got mace, pepper-spray 
          C                                    Dm
And some shoes that runs faster than a rapist rapes
               C                                 Dm
What I need is chemical castrations, hope and godspeed 


Dm
Na na na 
C
Na na na