Don't feel sorry for you in the suburbs
I don't believe you were raised that way
Life's too short to go cowering through it
I don't believe in your moderate ways
Cry all the time but you're just boring
Try to be normal, but what can you do?
Give me a hand just to wash the other
The past you made is much bigger than you
Baby, I don't hate men
Just all the things they do
Baby, I don't hate men
Maybe I just hate you
One, two
What's wrong with you?
Where did you get your sense of entitlement?
Cower in my presence and feel my rage
Don't cop a smile for so much promise
I should've known you would turn out that way
Don't try to be my friend or rival
I've got to this one for the final time
Ladies like me got to make it for survival
So many cowards and so little time
Baby, I don't hate men
Just all the things they do
Baby, I don't hate men
Maybe I just hate you
One, two
What's wrong with you?
What do you mean it gives a feminine form?
It's girls like you who are always torn
Between self hatred and one of the boy toys
Give them what they want but I want more
Come on get together girls and do something 'cause
Hating your body's just something to do
Searching for friends and I'm thirsting for something
Starving for love and I'm hungry for you
One, two
What's wrong with you?
Baby, what's wrong with you?