ASKING FOR IT Songtext
von Annabelle Hendrickson

I′m so tired
Of how, every time I go outside
There's always a man
Two steps behind

Or whistling out the window
Of his jacked up pick-up truck
Or yelling from a rooftop
About how he′d like to...

I don't complain
I don't wanna get asked what I was wearing that day
I′ll get the blame
No matter what I say

I was asking for it
I was asking for it, anyway


I′m so tired of hearing stories from the woman I love
Of getting dressed up for a party just to be taken advantage of
Or getting asked for her phone number while she's in line at the grocery shop
By some raggedy old man who can′t comprehend the meaning of stop

She won't complain
Or she′ll get asked what she was wearing that day
She'll get the blame
No matter what she says

She was asking for it
She was asking for it, anyway

I′m tired of men taking up so much space
I'm tired of not feeling safe any place I go
And I'm tired of keeping quiet
I′m tired of you trying to justify
It makes me feel so crazy and alone
I′m tired of holding back tears
I think I'd rather disappear

If I′d asked for it
If I'd asked for it
You would have heard it loud and clear