Baby, Your Hands Are Free

You know I will always love you, right?

Even if you grow up to join a sorority

And have a closet full of Hollister and Juicy Couture

You will always be my girl

But just so you know, if given the choice

I would rather buy you combat boots instead of pom-poms

Introduce you to angry-feminist poetry

Teach you not to be afraid

To grab life by the balls

"we were standing in a garden and i had a machine that made silence it just sucked up the whole opinionated din and there were no people on the payroll and there were no monkeys on our backs and i said, show me what you look likewithout skin... but in the garden of simplewhere all of us are namelessyou were never anything but beautiful to meand, you know, they never really owned youyou just carried them around and then one day you put 'em down and found your hands were free"

Lyrics by Ani Difranco