My body, my legs, my back
My arms, my hands, my bones
My breasts, my heart and its reflexes
My skin, my waist, my sex
What I do with my nights
What entertains me, what bores me
How I cover my flesh
What the sound of my anger is
Who decided what a woman is
A rosebud, a hint of flame
Neither of them or both at once
The woman, the woman, the woman
Who decided what a woman is
Who decided what a woman is
My noise, my sweat, my taste
My lives, my deaths and my blows
Inside my veins, the blood that boils
My rages, my anger, my disgusts
People keep asking me who
Composes for me the melodies I hum
As if we weren't finished
As if there's still always need for a man
Who decided what a woman is
A rosebud, a hint of flame
Neither of them or both at once
The woman, the woman, the woman
Who decided what a woman is
Who decided what a woman is
My body more or less beautiful
My choices, my rules, my burdens
My breasts, my heart and its reflexes
My skin, my waist, my sex
Who decided what a woman is
A rosebud, a hint of flame
Neither of them or both at once
The woman, the woman, the woman
Who decided what a woman is
Who decided what a woman is
Who decided what a woman is
Who decided what a woman is