Feminist Song

When you ask me

When you ask me

When you ask me if I'm a feminist

Feminist

I say

I say, "To hell with powerlessness"

Powerlessness

To hell with loneliness

Loneliness

Damn all those people putting women down

Down

Yes, there are women in positions of power

Power, power

But so many more in chains, in drudgery

Drudgery, drudgery

Raped, abused, tortured

Raped, raped, abused

Undermined, undervalued

So when you ask me if I'm a feminist, I say

Why the hell would I not be?

Why the hell would I not be?

Why, why?

The hell, the hell

When you ask me if I'm a feminist, I say

Why the hell would I not be?

'Cause I'm a city girl, I'm a warrior

I'm a city girl, I'm a warrior

The city made me this way

I'm a drunkard, I'm political

I'm contagious, I'm analytical, and, yes

Sometimes, I'm a pushover

Sometimes, I'm a pushover

When you ask me

When you ask me

When you ask me if I'm angry

Angry, angry

I say, I say I don't go ranting in post offices

Post offices, post offices

Point my gun out of my bedroom window at strangers

At strangers, at strangers

I just walk along the street, quietly

Imploding inside my own head

Inside my own head

So when you ask me if I'm angry

Angry, angry

I say

Why the hell would I not be?

'Cause I'm a city girl, I'm a warrior

I'm a city girl, I'm a warrior

The city made me this way

I'm a drunkard, I'm political

I'm contagious, I'm analytical, and, yes

Sometimes, I'm a pushover

I'm a fighter, I'm a believer

I'm a mother, I'm a cleaner

I'm an artist

And I'm yours

And I'm yours

When you ask me

When you ask me if I'm happy

Happy, happy

I say

I say, "When the sun shines"

When a child laughs

Happy, happy

When I see a simple act of kindness

Kindness, kindness

When you hold my hand

Love, love

When the wind is in my face

And oh, yeah

When the drugs kick in

Yeah

Sometimes it's especially when the drugs kick in

'Cause I'm a city girl, I'm a warrior

I'm a city girl, I'm a warrior

The city made me this way

I'm a drunkard, I'm political

I'm contagious, I'm analytical, and, yes

Sometimes, I'm a pushover

I'm a fighter, I'm a believer

I'm a mother, I'm a cleaner

I'm an artist

And I'm yours

We're city girls, we're warriors

We're city girls, we're warriors

The city made us this way

Made us this way

When you ask me

When you ask me if I'm lucky

I say

You bet I am