Play us a song girl You've been looking mighty sad Well yes Sir there's just been this whole thing with my dad It's come along girl Won't you listen to me I know all the in's and out's Of this industry And he takes me by the hand And he does what he likes Cus' he can They don't teach you this at school But you don't have to go back with him to his room Oh music it will set you free But good god girl it's a mission And he turns up the reverb Even though I said no Said you gotta grow thicker skin girl if you handle the blows I can't afford therapy With the money they pay us To sing songs I can handle the heat I can handle the heat I can handle the heat Get out my kitchen I can handle the heat I can handle the heat I can handle the heat Get out my kitchen I can handle the heat I can handle the heat Oh Get out my kitchen They don't teach you this at school But you don't have to go back with him to his room Oh music it will set you free But good god man get permission I can't afford therapy With the money they pay me To sing songs for free So I let him walk all over me Never again girl just to sing songs