Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Millie Manders and the Shutup
Millie Manders and the Shutup
Performer
Joseph Quigley
Joseph Quigley
Electric Guitar
Amelia Manders
Amelia Manders
Lead Vocals
Georgina Boreham
Georgina Boreham
Bass Guitar
Peter Wright
Peter Wright
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amelia Manders
Amelia Manders
Songwriter
Georgina Boreham
Georgina Boreham
Songwriter
Peter Wright
Peter Wright
Songwriter
Joseph Quigley
Joseph Quigley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joseph Quigley
Joseph Quigley
Producer
Amelia Manders
Amelia Manders
Producer
Georgina Boreham
Georgina Boreham
Producer
Peter Wright
Peter Wright
Producer

Lyrics

As she stands before the judge with her knickers on display
She's asked what was she thinking lying on his bed that day
So she pleads for them to understand that they had been good friends
She never thought that she should fear him breaking her trust with hands
They grind her down with questions, reliving every little thing
Make her feel like she's the one on trial - they say that she had tempted him
Said asking for it weren't you though?
Our bodies still aren't ours
If one victim is still blamed
Our bodies still aren't ours
Until systems change
It doesn't matter what we wear
It doesn't matter how we speak
The conversation's still the same
You blame the girl for being weak
She carries this all forward into each relationship
Because she's learned she's a thing to be owned and used again
So the cycle ever goes around all her faith in love is lost
She'll be old and used and worn unless she's helped to lose her cross
Said asking for it weren't you though?
(Said asking for it weren't you though?)
Our bodies still aren't ours
If one victim is still blamed
Our bodies still aren't ours
Until systems change
It doesn't matter what we wear
It doesn't matter how we speak
The conversation is the same
You blame the girl for being weak
||: The sweat pants or the skirt
Doesn't matter, all the same
The sweat pants or the skirt
You've got your keys in your hand:||
Our bodies still aren't ours
If one victim is still blamed
Our bodies still aren't ours
Until systems change
It doesn't matter what we wear
It doesn't matter how we speak
The conversation is the same
You blame the girl for being weak
Written by: Amelia Manders, Georgina Boreham, Joseph Quigley, Peter Wright
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