This is what we want, we want to be madenYou're manufacture for our decadenSaying worldly and clever and honest we arenWe'll prove it with reference to our last seminarnnWe dance and we singnOf a love we're not innAnd the boys and the timesnAnd the pints and the shotsnAll we recall of a time we forgotnnApparently this is the way one should benSome clever boy said so, it feels fine to menWe sing and we dance and make eyes at their headsnHave photographs taken to make us look deadnnThey dance and they singnOf a world they're not innTheir lives are improved by the things that we donWe're special enough to get paidnnAnd we all know the real song but we won't sing alongn'cause our boyfriends and girlfriends and parents will saynDon't be a square, grow your hair and be happynIt's not god that made you this waynnSo lift up your topnLift up your topnLift up your top, got to use what you've gotnTry not to see anything but the feenIt's all tongue in cheek anyway!nnWe've highlighted lines in the books of Why NotnBut the women back then were extremists the lotnI'm have control of my gender, my sexnEvery whore that I've heard of is free of regretnI think it's fine just to make people smilenI think it's fine to force people to smilenMake me a dolly, make me a princessnMake me your baby, make me your goddessnnRape me and beat menRape us and beat usnRape us and beat us 'til we're black and bluenWe made it ok on the day we said nothingnWas better than something to saynnWhat our foremothers fought for was peachy and swellnBut hey they forgot to be mothers as wellnInstead of our fathers, our sisters did say:nLet's just be pretty, it's more fun that waynnLet's just be prettynLet's just be beautifulnLet's just be retro and disco and tweenWe don't know the song so we can't sing alongnAnd our daughters will never be free.n