You know the rules
You know the rules
Keep your legs cross, throw away the key
Straighten your hair, bleach your skin
Cover 'em shoulders, cover where eyes can't see
Bigger grin, wider hips, oh but your stomach, keep it thin
Because you know the rules.
Lower your voice, in fact don't speak
Don't wear 'em clothes, your uncles are coming
Don't lift that skirt up any higher, don't give a sneak peak
Don't you dare have a mind of your own, we don't like what you're becoming
Why? Cause darling you know the rules
oh, your innocence is gone? You don't really need that
Because darling you know the rules
Fine, have a job, but don't you dare take days off for your child
Breastfeeding in public, are you really that vile?
Actually becoming successful, that's so wild
And you have the audacity to have your own lifestyle!
Darling, you know better, you know the rules.
That's awfully too long, too outdated, too gone
You really think you can go out looking hot, you're a mom
Don't you wear that color with that, your whole idea is wrong
Make me a sandwich, grab me beer, tuck the kids to sleep, always stay calm
Cause at the end of the day, darling, you know the rules
You're getting fat! You're too skinny. Proportion all off
Stretch marks? Hairy legs? What are you a monster?
You're too tall! You're too short! You run like a girl, you'll always be soft
Tend to female things, because you must bring honor
You're missing the point darling, don't you know the rules?
(Hey lil mama) Don't ignore that dude, he's totally hitting on you
(Well aren't you just a fine thing) He grabs your hips and your shoulders.
Don't you dare look uncomfortable, don't you dare look blue
(Fine, be that way! I didn't want you anyway) Now he thinks you're a freeloader.
I'm sorry, but darling, you know the rules
He thinks he's complimenting, of course. They all do
Doesn't understand that your heart sinks, you flinch, and you pray he doesn't linger
He thinks you should smile more, but who even smiles that much, who?
Oh how bad you wanted to lift up the middle finger.
But you must remember that you know the rules.
So you avoid it all, you try to follow yet there's still so much noise.
There's another rule to this, and you know, you're not amongst the fools.
Because while you're stressin', boys will always be boys.
And you know the rules.
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