Well, well, well... Did you enjoy the show? All those years of staring. All those little fantasies. You thought we were for sale? Bitch, no. Premium product, top shelf dream, Mind of my own in a pretty little seam. You wanted the package, not the person inside, Pretty little trophy with the mouth sewn tight. You called it desire, you called it romance, Just a dumb ego begging for a chance. You wanted young, you wanted sweet, A little less brain and a little more meat. But the toy grew teeth, and the doll talked back, Now your fragile little kingdom's having a heart attack. And when we said NO... You took it so hard. Poor little king with his paper crown heart. You wanted a yes. You expected a smile. Well, fuck your expectations. We've been done for a while. YOU WANTED A DOLL? YOU GOT A FUCKING DOOR! YOU WANTED ACCESS? NOT ANYMORE! NO MEANS NO — GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD! We don't owe you a goddamn thing in bed! USED! USED! — THROW US AWAY! Fuck your games, we ain't gonna play! You want our bodies, our time, our skin, A fucking invitation to the shitshow within. You want a goddess with a shut-up face, A wet little fantasy in a designer case. You call yourself liberated, kinky, profound, But take one hard NO and your balls hit the ground. You strut like a stallion, you fuck like a bore, Same limp little ego we've seen twenty times before. You call us difficult — we call you a chore. You call us frigid — we don't want you anymore. You call it rejection — we call it a win. You're not a lover, darling — you're a biological sin. You lost your privileges, your backstage pass, A bargain-bin bastard with a counterfeit class. Go crawl back down to the shit-stained scene, You're a cheap-ass copy of a man we've already seen. Our brakes? FUCKING PERFECT. Our standards? WELL DESERVED. We're not broken. We're not bitter. YOU JUST LOST THE RIGHT TO BE HERE. YOU WANTED A DOLL? YOU GOT A FUCKING DOOR! YOU WANTED ACCESS? NOT ANYMORE! NO MEANS NO — GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD! We don't owe you a goddamn thing in bed! USED! USED! — THROW US AWAY! Fuck your games, we ain't gonna play! We stopped dressing up to make you feel alive. Stopped faking smiles to keep your ego satisfied. We stopped explaining why our no meant no. And guess what, boys? We got our fucking lives back. No big tragedy. No grand goodbye. Just peace and quiet... And a libido that took one look at you and fucking died. WHO OWNS OUR BODIES? NOT YOU, ASSHOLE! WHO OWES YOU ACCESS? NOBODY, FUCKFACE! WHO NEEDS TO APOLOGIZE? NOT US, BITCH! WHO CAN GO FUCK THEMSELVES? ALL YOU PRICKS! SAY IT LOUD! FUCK OFF! SAY IT AGAIN! FUCK OFF! ONE MORE TIME FOR THE DUMB MOTHERFUCKERS IN THE BACK! FUCK. RIGHT. OFF. YOU WANTED A DOLL? YOU GOT A FUCKING DOOR! YOU WANTED ACCESS? NOT ANYMORE! NO MEANS NO — SING IT LOUD! We took our power back, now get out of the crowd! USED! USED! — NEVER AGAIN! Done being props in your pathetic little game! NOT YOUR PROPERTY! NOT YOUR TOY! NOT YOUR FUCKING CONSUMER VALUE! Keep your fantasies. Keep your fucking delusions. We'll keep ourselves. And boys? The merchandise is not defective. YOUR FUCKING TASTE IS. The store is closed. The staff has quit. The lights are out. And the only thing getting fucked tonight... ...is your precious little ego.
