To All The Male Chauvinist Pigs I Worked With at the New Orleans, Louisiana FBI
Written by: Tara Lea Seabolt Fox, Consultant/EIT
For all the times that you rained on my parade
And all the clubs you get in using my names
You think you broke my heart, well ho, for goodness' sake
You think I'm crying all alone, well, I ain't
And I didn't wanna write a song
'Cause I didn't want anyone thinkin' I still care, I don't, but
You still F my phone up
Hey, ho, I moved on
And I think you should know somethin'
I don't wanna hold back
Maybe you should know that
I never did like you and I like everyone
And you never will admit when you are wrong
You've been so far up your own ass
You can't see what's going on, but now I know
I'm better working on my own
'Cause if you like the way you look that much
Ho, you should go F yourself
And if you think that I'm still holdin' on to somethin'
You should go F yourself
When you told me that you hated my friends
Gee, that's when all the anal probes began
And every time you told me my opinion was wrong
And tried to make me forget where I came from
And I didn't wanna write a song
'Cause I didn't want anyone thinkin' I still care, I don't, but
You still F my phone up
And ho, I moved on
And I think you should know somethin'
I don't wanna hold back
Maybe you should know that
...
For all the times that you made me feel small
You fell in love, but I feel nothin' at all
I never fell so low-you tried to run me over
Was I a fool to try and break down your walls [i.e., try to be kind/friends/etc... with you]
...
Hey, FBI, YOU SHOULD GO F YOURSELF
From Former Detective Ms. Tara Lea Seabolt Fox, Badge Nm 0297. AKA Ms. Brightside.