Well, I'm just a kid, a girl, a runt And I'm starting to get real sick of Trying to find my voice Surrounded by all boys I've been waitin' my whole life And finally it's time To make my words count In a way I haven't quite figured out I don't need a man to hold my hand And that's just something you'll never understand And I don't need a man to hold my hand And that's just something you'll never understand Can you hear me? Can you hear me? I could never figure it out. And what if I'm always talking too loud? And my stomach hurts (I could never figure it out.) 'Cause it's hard to be a punk while wearing a skirt And my stomach hurts (And what if I'm always talking too loud?) 'Cause it's hard to be a punk while wearing a skirt My stomach hurts (I could never figure it out) (Can you hear me?) And it's hard to be a punk while wearing a skirt My stomach hurts (What if I'm always talking too loud?) (Can you hear me?) It's hard to be a punk while wearing a skirt My stomach hurts (I could never figure it out) (Can you hear me?) And it's hard to be a punk while wearing a skirt My stomach hurts (What if I'm always talking too loud?) (Can you hear me?) It's hard to be a punk while wearing a skirt