Foam in your head

You said I´m too eccentric
That I protest and give one´s opinion extra
That many times I used to act more like a man
Forgetting that I´m in a woman´s body
Of course that the time I spent with you
You haven´t said a thing about it
Cause you didn´t had nor have the gutts to say it on my face
You had waited until I went away from your side
To undust the so-called man inside of you

*You´re just dust swept under the rug
You´re just the piece of a dark mud
Someone who only lives cause they had birthed you*

It was a Saturday I was fighting in “my own little battle of acceptance”
As you used to say
When your retrograde mind said that I spent more time…
Swimming into the protest and in the struggle of women liberation
Than I do at home, caring for every little thing
“Can´t you see that your head is filled up with foam
If what you wanted was a lady maid then drive to hell!
Can´t believe I gave you a part of my life”

*Chorus (x2)