When did cheerleaders start dancing like strippers At halftime for all to see? What once made boys giggle in closets –now in the open, insulting you and me Where are the ladies with self respect? Where are the men who know better? Has Playboy won the battle for making--- Every woman into a toy for the breaking?
Sell your cars and your food and your drink Make merchandise of electronic things You can butcher a piece of meat but Don’t do that to me Have sales on weekends and fashion bazaars Show your money on spread sheets, and charts Hold auctions for things that are things But don’t do that to me
Your car has a body you call it a she Your can strip her naked and make her your thing Take her out for the boys to see pretend she has heart and soul like me But she won’t cry when your feeling sad Wait by your side for the news about your dad or go out to dinner, and hold your hand she’s made of steel, she’ll do what she can
What is wrong with us? Did we forget to be human? Is our little girl not worth taking the time To protect her heart, until she’s a woman Where do you think the blame should lie? I’ve been around long enough to know it takes us where we don’t want to go to live in a world where every girl is a whore Til our hearts and our souls don’t want to be here any more