My body, my legs, my back
My arms, my hands, my bones
My breasts, my heart and its reflexes
My skin, my waist, my sex

What I do with my nights
What amuses me, what bores me, my ambitions
How I cover my flesh
What is the sound of my anger when I say no

Who decided what a woman is?
A rosebud, a spark of flame
Neither of the two or perhaps both at once
The woman, the woman, the woman

Who decided what a woman is?
What is a woman?
Who decided what a woman is?
What is a woman?

My noise, my sweat, my taste
My lives, my deaths and my blows
Inside my veins, the boiling blood
My rages, my angers, my disgusts

That I'm constantly asked
Who composes for me the melodies that I hum
As if we were not finished
As if there was always a need for a man

Who decided what a woman is?
A rosebud, a spark of flame
Neither of the two or perhaps both at once
The woman, the woman, the woman

Who decided what a woman is?
What is a woman?
Who decided what a woman is?

My body more or less beautiful
My choices, my dreams, my burdens
My breasts, my heart and its reflexes
My skin, my waist, my sex

Who decided what a woman is?
A rosebud, a spark of flame
Neither of the two or perhaps both at once
The woman, the woman, the woman

Who decided what a woman is?
What is a woman?
Who decided what a woman is?

Who decided what a woman is?
What is a woman?
Who decided what a woman is?
What is a woman?

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