My breast is cradled in the curve of my guitar
I'm breaking strings and other things playing hard
No I'm not on the rag but I'm not on the run
I am matching the big boys one for one
And I must admit, I'm having myself some fun
Because the music business is still run by men
Like every business and everything
But we can sing like a son of a bitch
Make them twitch around their eyes, make them apologize
He had a mean streak three miles wide
It was a long walk to the other side
She tried to get through it holding on to her smile
But he wasn't worth the time it takes to make that mistake
He just wasn't worthwhile
She's been under command of the wrong man
And she'll give you everything
Except the upper hand
She was his mother and his lover and his wife
Now she wants the luxury of her own life
'Cause the marriage business is still run by men
Like every business and every thing
But she can sing like a son of a bitch
Make him twitch around his eyes, girl, make him apologize
They all want to lead the fight
And they know what they know all right
But there's so much they don't understand
What about the other sex
What about the other hand
They only know what they've been told
And they're well cast but they don't break the mold
And good sources are not enough
So she calls their bluff
Yeah, she calls their bluff
'Cause the revolution business is still run by men
Like every business and everything
But we can sing like a son of a bitch
Make them twitch around their eyes

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