Kissed one boy and the story grew legs, By third period I'd apparently done it in a dozen beds, Rumor's out of my hands by lunch, Built a reputation I never got to launch. Same shit he did, he's a legend in the hall, I did half as much and I'm a joke on every wall, Bathroom stall's got my name in Sharpie ink, Funny how fast a girl becomes what boys all think. Put me on your slut shelf, go ahead, label me, Doesn't change a fucking thing about who I choose to be, You don't get a vote on what my body's done, Slut shelf, slut shelf — congratulations, you win none. He's "experienced," I'm "a waste," Same math, different fucking face, You built this shelf to keep us small, Guess what — we're climbing off it, all of us, all. Put me on your slut shelf, go ahead, label me, Doesn't change a fucking thing about who I choose to be, You don't get a vote on what my body's done, Slut shelf, slut shelf — congratulations, you win none. (long, filthy, screeching guitar solo — let it run wild) I'm not ashamed, I'm not sorry, Not the villain in your story, Every word you used to shrink me down Is a word I'm wearing now like a crown. Put me on your slut shelf, go ahead, label me, Doesn't change a fucking thing about who I choose to be, You don't get a vote on what my body's done, Slut shelf, slut shelf — congratulations, you win none. You win none. You win fucking none.
