Na na na

I've got soul in my bones Got a home, a dog and a man to call my own Every month I've got my period To take care of And to collect in blue tampons Na na na Na na na I've got mace, pepper-spray And some shoes that runs faster than a rapist rapes What i need is chemical castrations, hope and goodspeed Na na na Na na na What i need is chemical castrations, hope and goodspeed...