I don’t have to slave for a man or a merchant
As I work in my chosen profession
I don’t have to marry a man by arrangement
As I cavort with my latest obsession
I get paid the same as the unfairer sex
And I don’t have to sleep with my boss!
I can vote if I wish, or even decline
Depends, really, if I give a toss
If I had been born a few decades ago
Or in a more closed-minded place
I may have been chained to the kitchen
Or used cloth to cover my face
But right here, right now I’m quite lucky
It’s not perfect but pretty alright
I can live, I can love, make up my own mind
Without, seemingly, too much of a fight
