Le poème.
Because women’s work is never done
and is underpaid or unpaid
or boring or repetitious
and we’re the first to get the sack
and what we look like
is more important than what we do
and if we get raped
it’s our fault
and if we get bashed
we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices
we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex
we’re nymphos
and if we don’t
we’re frigid
and if we love women
it’s because we can’t get a “real” man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions
we’re neurotic
and/or pushy
and if we expect community care for children
we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights
we’re aggressive and “unfeminine”
and if we don’t
we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married
we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t
we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate safe contraceptive
but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope
or don’t want a pregnancy
we’re made to feel guilty
about abortion
and… for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.
La chanson de Leslie Winer.
My sweetheart has a rosy mouth
And whoever kisses him be healed
It’s a sweet, red, splendid kissing mouth
My sweetheart has a rosy mouth
And whoever kisses him be healed
It’s a sweet, red, splendid kissing mouth
My sweetheart has a rosy mouth
And whoever kisses him be healed
It’s a sweet, red, splendid kissing mouth.....
Because a woman’s work is never done,
and underpaid, boring and repetitious,
And I’m the first one to get the sack
And what I look like is more important than what I do
And if I get raped, it must be my fault
And if I get bashed, I must have provoked it
And if I raise my voice, I’m a nagging bitch
And if I like fucking, I’m a whore.
If I don’t want him, I never want him
« You never want it..., you never want it... »
If I don’t want him, I never want him
« You never want it..., you never want it... »
If I love a woman, it’s because I can’t get a real man
or it’s for his enjoyment.
And if I ask my doctor too many question,
I’m neurotic and I need pills.
And ’cause I still can’t get a safe birth control
while some fucker’s roaming the moon...
« I didn’t hit you baby,
when I hit you, you’ll feel it …. »
My sweetheart has a rosy mouth
(And if I ask my doctor too many question,)
And whoever kisses him be healed
(I didn’t hit you baby,
when I hit you, you’ll feel it)
It’s a sweet, red, splendid kissing mouth
(while some fucker’s roaming the moon...)
My sweetheart has a rosy mouth
And whoever kisses him be healed
It’s a splendid, sweet, red kissing mouth...
