Inappropriate

It's a feather in my hat

It's the pearl around my neck

That makes me bad

It's the colour of my hair

Or the language in which I swear

That drives you mad

I'm not correct in what I do

I'm offending them and you

I'm in your line of sight

And yes, my dear, you're right

I'm inappropriate

I'm inappropriate

It is the vixen dress I wear

And the stuff about which I care

That drives you mad

It is the nipple of my tit

It is the place on which I sit

That makes me bad

I'm not correct in what I do

I'm offending them and you

I'm in your line of sight

And yes, my dear, you're right

I'm inappropriate

I'm inappropriate

I'm inappropriate

You've lost control over your eyeballs

And over your typing hand as well

Looking away is not your forte

And what you see you have to tell

You've got the right to be offended

As I have got that to offend

Your mind is set in a concrete block

And you don't want that state to end

(Instrumental)

You can't do this because you're female

You can't do this because you're old

You can't do this because you're Black or white or green

You can't do this because you suck

You can't do this because you're blind or dumb or lame

You can't do this because you're fat

You can't do this because you're ugly

You know what?

I give a fuck

I'm inappropriate