My name's woman
I like glittering things and pretty thingsAs much as beforeBut being cool and being toughHave become more important lately
You see? Times have changed so muchBut why do I still hear such words as"Tears are women's weapons"?
We don't cry easilyWe are not always coquettishWe are not dollsWho are only dressed-up
We have our weak sidesWe are not always smilingDon't forgetThat we don't exist to be convenient for you
Though it's certainI have a pain in my chest on some nightsIt might be trueThe more one experiences sufferingsThe more he can be tender and strong
Do you think you have controlled everythingWith a knowing look?We are not dollsWho are only dreaming
Do you think you have cheated us wellWith a satisfied look?Do rememberThat we are not such simple beings