Walking down the street, an old man stopped me
He said: What a nice ass you have
But I'm too young to listen to such things
So I left, who knows what would have happened?

We can't show a shoulder
Without these sharks biting
But I brought the harpoon
And now, what's your excuse?

I'm not going to sell myself
For your wishes, you perverted idiot
I'm a child, go find something productive to do
And go fuck yourself

In your head I'm a doll
From those sex shops
He wants to eat me
And he's not a cannibal
I can defend myself
But he won't go to jail
I'll leave with marks from this pervert

We can't show a shoulder
Without these sharks biting
But I brought the harpoon
And now, what's your excuse?

I will not sell myself out to your whims
You perverted idiot
I'm a child, go find something productive to do
And go fuck yourself

This is a school, sir
You shouldn't behave like this
I won't lower myself for you
I'm not a liar

Then go fuck yourself (what?)
You have a wife and children (really?)
I think they wouldn't like to know that
That the man of the house is not an evolved man

Now you're mad
Because of some little things I said
That weren't even made public
But they know, all of this is real (oh my God)
But not all of this was about me

I will not sell myself (self) out to your whims
You perverted idiot
I'm a child, go find something productive to do
And go fuck yourself

I will not sell myself to your wishes
You perverted idiot
I am a child
Go find something producti-cti-ctive to do
And go fuck yourself

(And go fuck yourself)

I will not sell myself
I will not sell myself
I will not sell myself
(Ooh, ho ey)