Working hard to gain the skills
Working hard to show your worth
You still get those men That
think you’re just there for their pleasure.
You think they are interested in your talent
And you get your hopes up thinking you’re going to make something of yourself
But then they move in for this kiss
They move in for that touch
As soon as they say
“You’re a nice girl”
You realise just exactly What they were after.
They want to get down your throat and they want to get in your bed
They don’t need to say it because you can hear it in their head.
You can hear in their actions
They aren’t just after your talent or skill
They are just wondering if you are on the pill.
A bit of harmless fun
A bit of meaningless sex
But they don’t realise that you’re trying your hardest just to be the fucking best.
All they see is a girl that they think looks really fucking hot
And they don’t even care if that’s not
Something that you’re after.
Because all you are wanting is a chance to show you can do that job better
Than anyone out there, even if it’s a man. Because god knows they wouldn’t be there if your name was Stan.