[Verse 1] Oh my goodness. Someone did ask for your hand Really? Did he like my appearance? Oh, sweetie. It doesn't matter Men run the state, they run the world, we know this, hon But the woman can drive the man to where it needs to be With the right mind. You see? Strategy. I taught you this I know. I just wanted to know if he likes what he sees Well, he did, in a sense. He agreed, didn't he? He thought you were a delight. He said that To what I looked like, or to the strategist you saw? Isn't it one and the same? Come on Women aren't really looked at. It's men everywhere. I've told you this But to get the equality you want, you need that seat A politician? Not just a politician. This is the White House, hon First lady is where that seat needs to be taken I do love our conversations, and I'm so delighted you were brought to me And don't worry about that old hag. She'll die alone. Trust me [Chorus] No one can make you feel inferior without your consent Not the men, not the mistress, not the president No one can make you feel inferior without your consent Say my name [Verse 2] Let's strategize. Let's see how it's faring Eighteen sixty-three. The top hat had it first So let's go from the first promise to where it went off course These meetings didn't take place. Why is this not on record yet? Where are the papers that needed to be signed For the whole system to pivot and save seventy years? So where did the puppet go? What distracted it? Now I have to face the master of it, for the sake of a woman She's not a strategist, but she's stern. She knows how to train dogs [Verse 3] Where is he? Where is this suitcase? He stepped off course. So what? It's just a course If he didn't do what he promised in the seat, that's not a continuation, is it? It's not a re-election if he doesn't do the promise Give me that. Not my suitcase. Give it. What did you do? Where are the papers? What papers? You had three appointments you didn't make. Where are those papers? They're in there, of course Oh, are they? Because I see a little beautiful love letter Pen pal. Who's pen-paling? I'm sorry — is this my secretary? Seriously. The secretary. I got an ugly one at that "I can't wait till your arms are around me" Did you get to do these things? Did you get a smooch? A handjob? Anything? Where is she now? On a mattress, on her back, with your foes laughing at you That's not true. Where is she? I hope she gets sick. Pneumonia feet Watch your words Yes, I'm using the French, because at least they know something's right This pompous ass of a son you have stepped off course And now I have twenty years to fix it [Chorus] No one can make you feel inferior without your consent Not the men, not the mistress, not the president No one can make you feel inferior without your consent Say my name [Verse 4] Fuck this. I'm leaving. I want a divorce You're not having it. You just want your free ride in a mansion Fine. I'll be by your side — across state lines You'll see my name shine, possibly, but really you'll see my actions I'll have them follow you Oh, your Fat Boys of Imagination? FBI? Are you fucking kidding me Go ahead, write down every step I take Collect all that paper, and wait — you'll see It'll cover this whole fucking mansion you live in I'm leaving to fix what you've done I hope it doesn't take me thirty years. Possibly fifteen, like I had planned Three meetings. Over penmanship Not even a pretty face. Just pretty words In a suit. Men. Fucking men [Bridge] Do one thing every day that scares you I did. Every day. For you [Chorus] No one can make you feel inferior without your consent Not the men, not the mistress, not the president No one can make you feel inferior without your consent Say my name [Outro] Great minds discuss ideas Average minds discuss events Small minds discuss people Say my name Eleanor Roosevelt
