To you, the jerk who whistled at me in the street
To you, the creep who didn't respect me
To what you put in the drink I had
I'd like to tell you what I really thought

Not all men are like you
But all losers are men
We will live this a thousand times more
But apparently, we're too good

To you, the bastard who ran away in the night
To you, the old guy who didn't take responsibility
That having a baby also means taking care of it
I'd like to tell you what I really thought

Not all men are like you
But all losers are men
We will live this a thousand times more
But apparently, we're too good

In a hundred years, we'll say we've overcome all this
In a hundred years, we'll love our bodies but not thanks to you
In a hundred years, we'll say we've overcome all this
In a hundred years, we'll love our bodies but not thanks to you

Not all men are like you (in a hundred years, we'll say)
But all losers are men (overcome all this)
We will live this a thousand times more (in a hundred years, we'll love)
But apparently, we're too good (but not thanks to you)

Not all men are like you (we'll say)
But all losers are men (overcome all this)
We will live this a thousand times more (we'll love)
But apparently, we're too good (but not thanks to you)

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