Got a daughter who'll eat anything   They like to feed her words, words, words   And tell her, Watch for the plague, girl, check your stool   Or we'll send you to reformatory school   And make a man out of you   They'll press what is left into new   They'll press what is left into new   They'll press what is left into new      Out of dust, out of empty space   From the bedroom to the marketplace   You be bold, but not too bold, and frame it all in gold, in gold   Your credibility is broken in two   But we'll press what is left into new   We'll press what is left into new   We'll press what is left into new      Let's sing a song about a woman's rage   Sing a song about an empty stage   A song, a song about how to sing   A song song song about everything!   You're tough, for a girl, and you're smart, for a girl   Stop, stop your ears from burning and fill my stomach with your singing      Concern concern concern yourself with the invisible!   Concern concern concern yourself with the incredible!   Don't turn to motherhood so fast, you have been blinded   There's a word for all you keep inside   And though you try to hide it, we will write it!