His touch, unwelcome
His words, inappropriate
Please, just play along
Her words were doubted
Her fears were all discounted
Boys will still be boys
We have had enough
We have found strength in numbers
We won’t play along
Playing Along
His touch, unwelcome
His words, inappropriate
Please, just play along
Her words were doubted
Her fears were all discounted
Boys will still be boys
We have had enough
We have found strength in numbers
We won’t play along
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