I Won’t Apologize

for wearing ties and high-heeled boots
for Speaking up
for speaking the truth

I burp, I curse, 
I'm hard as asphalt
I'm tired of your noise
it's blinding


I don't apologize
I won't apologize
Stop putting pressure on me
it's not my style
and No! don't mean
I'm not a lady
my lipstick marks the truth
I won't apologize

Soft as a petal
light as air
like a sword
I slice through life
my t-shirt, jeans, 
high-top Nikes
it's true, it's true
It's all very true.

I won't, I don't
apologize
stop the pressure
stop this, stop that
it's not my style
and no! it don't mean
I'm not a stunnin'
lady

I'm tired, so tired
of all your screaming
it's a waste 
cause that simply won't
work on me
My style, my hair
my lovely body
it's hot, so hot
--a perfect lady!