I decide what I wear, when I please
Dresses, shorts, or skirts with striped tees
No one can tell me there's a certain way to be
In this form of expression, I choose to be free.
I'm not going to be conscious when walking down the streets
I will not lurk in the shadows or stare at my feet
In fear, I will not hide or retreat
In this war against society, I will compete.
I decide what to wear, when I please
Fishnet stockings, or dungarees
I will not be lulled, can't you see?
In this form of expression, I choose to be free.
According to the occasion, I will make my choice
I will ignite a revolution, my flags I will hoist
When labels disappear, all will rejoice
To make that happen, I will raise my voice
I decide what to wear, when I please
High-heeled boots with a hooded fleece
The length of my attire is up to me
In this form of expression, I choose to be free.
~Via
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