All about control, that's the plan
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Hitting her makes you feel like a man
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It's a sick and twisted brutal game
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Won't stay silent to this abusive shame
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Can't justify raising those hands
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Don't raise your hands
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And you say she had it coming
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She's out of control
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But there is no excuse for this
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No way to quantify the toll
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It's not right to hit her, to instill fear
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Or keep her down... Hands down!
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Got to talk it out peacefully, kill that siren sound
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Cause this is it
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All night shouting rips through quiet
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Sense escalation inevitable fight
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Next you hear pleas for pity
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Then you eye that phone intently
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Make that 911 call to the city
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[Chorus]
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It's not right to hit her, to instill fear
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Or keep her down... Hands down!
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Got to talk it out peacefuly, kill that siren sound
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Cause this is it... Hands down!
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It's not right to hit her, to instill fear
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Or keep her down... Hands down!
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Got to talk it out peacefully, kill that siren sound
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Cause this is it
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[Chorus]
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She needs a say as well
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Her voice not a hinderence
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Talking with her beats shouting abuse
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Step up and be a man
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Her fair treatment is the plan
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Deescalation is the right choice
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[Chorus]
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It's not right to hit her, to instill fear
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Or keep her down... Hands down!
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Got to talk it out peacefuly, kill that siren sound
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Cause this is it... Hands down!
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It's not right to hit her, to instill fear
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Or keep her down... Hands down!
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Got to talk it out peacefully, kill that siren sound
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Cause this is it
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Hands Down
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