What's Wrong With You-Bratmobile

What's Wrong With You - Bratmobile Don't feel sorry for you in the suburbs I don't believe you were raised that way Life's too short to go cowering through it I don't believe in your moderate ways Cry all the time but you're just boring Try to be normal, but what can you do? Give me a hand just to wash the other The past you made is much bigger than you Baby, I don't hate men Just all the things they do Baby, I don't hate men Maybe I just hate you One, two What's wrong with you? Where did you get your sense of entitlement? Cower in my presence and feel my rage Don't cop a smile for so much pompous I should've known you would turn out that way Don't try to be my friend or rival I've got to this one for the final time Ladies like me got to make it for survival So many cowards and so little time Baby, I don't hate men Just all the things they do Baby, I don't hate men Maybe I just hate you One, two What's wrong with you? What if [something] farm It's girls like you who are always torn Between [something] pictures and one of the boy toys Give them what they want but I want more Come on get together girls and do something 'cause Hating your body starts something to do Searching for friends and I'm thirsting for something Stop it for love and I'm hungry for you One, two What's wrong with you? Baby, what's wrong with you?