Na Na Na

I've got soul in my bones

Got a home, a dog and a man to call my own

Every month

I've got my period

To take care of

And to collect in blue tamponsNa na na

Na na naI've got mace, pepper-spray

And some shoes that runs faster than a rapist rapes

What I need is chemical castrations, hope and godspeedNa na na

Na na naWhat I need is chemical castrations, hope and godspeed...