Muted colors Steady rhythm You tell me to crank it up loud You miss the nuance You miss the steady bassline I don't fit your cookie-cutter girl The lines are all wrong My soft tunes are old fashion My road leads me elsewhere So you can't see my passion You tell me Liberate yourself You tell me Be a real woman But if I were a real woman Would I need you To cut along the dotted line To press and fold me Into the shapes you like? If I was a real woman Would I need you to write my code? If I wasn't a real woman Would I be writing this at all?
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