My hands
My feet
My teeth
Are all I have to keep you away from me
'Cause my words
What I see
Don't meet the standard of what is credible
It's a girl thing
Cops are paid to keep the peace
Protection is not what that means
Cops are paid to keep the peace
Protection is not what that means
My walks have a checklist
Attention at all times
To the front, the back, the sides
But don't forget to smell the roses
Tears are running down the highway
All I wanna do is cry
Fears are running through my veins
Our system is in-f*ckin-sane
Women around you, count them to four
One's been assaulted once (probably more)
My body
My mind
Are mine until I have been violated
Then time to prove it is a crime
Britt A.M. - Girl Thing Lyrics
Britt A.M. - Girl Thing Lyrics
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My hands
My feet
My teeth
Are all I have to keep you away from me
'Cause my words
What I see
Don't meet the standard of what is credible
It's a girl thing
Cops are paid to keep the peace
Protection is not what that means
Cops are paid to keep the peace
Protection is not what that means
My walks have a checklist
Attention at all times
To the front, the back, the sides
But don't forget to smell the roses
Tears are running down the highway
All I wanna do is cry
Fears are running through my veins
Our system is in-f*ckin-sane
Women around you, count them to four
One's been assaulted once (probably more)
My body
My mind
Are mine until I have been violated
Then time to prove it is a crime
My feet
My teeth
Are all I have to keep you away from me
'Cause my words
What I see
Don't meet the standard of what is credible
It's a girl thing
Cops are paid to keep the peace
Protection is not what that means
Cops are paid to keep the peace
Protection is not what that means
My walks have a checklist
Attention at all times
To the front, the back, the sides
But don't forget to smell the roses
Tears are running down the highway
All I wanna do is cry
Fears are running through my veins
Our system is in-f*ckin-sane
Women around you, count them to four
One's been assaulted once (probably more)
My body
My mind
Are mine until I have been violated
Then time to prove it is a crime
Writer: Britt Meierhofer
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Copyright: Lyrics © Distrokid