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Halsey - An Inconvenient Woman Lyrics

Brutally honest, outspoken and fearless
Goes with their gut, never favors appearance
'Cause who has time for vanity with opponents to extinguish?
And don't you think that hint of silver hairline is distinguished?
In men, all these qualities, they make you a genius
But if you're a woman, you're an inconvenience

So he storms through the halls and he tracks down his boss
Two years in this office he's battled across
A media major, he's craving the glory
Bursts into a meeting, demands better stories
The newsroom head is delighted, you must know
"Now that's how you do it! Just show me some gusto!"
And four feet away, in department store heels
Is his colleague, Sarah
She fights back her tears
'Cause she chased him down every Friday in winter
Three years in this office, plus two as an intern
And when she requested some tasks with more substance
He glanced at his phone and responded, disgusted
"Please lower your voice, and how dare you approach me
Really, your tact could afford you some coaching
You're acting so crazy!" His tone was defeating
"And have some respect, I'll be late for my meeting
You're being inconvenient"
It's 7 PM and her husband's arriving
She fires the stove and just stares, though she's trying
It's been a few days and she slept on the couch
Depression has stolen the smile from her mouth
He walks in, he's angry, and he asks about dinner
"But couldn't we just order in," she considers
He stares with a vacant and displeased expression
"So why do we pay for these therapy sessions?
If you can't be decent and take a damn shower
You won't ever fuck me, you're crying for hours
When I first ever met you, I loved all your crazy
You stayed up all night and you dressed like a lady
You fucked like a rabbit, you loved it back then
But now you're this lump of a mess in my den"
He stormed out the room and she folded his tie
She first bought it for him when his father had died
He slept in for days and he missed weeks of work
So she took up some supplement shifts as a nurse
She never complained, though, she made it a promise
But she liked her manic self, too, to be honest
She wished that her crazy was sexy and fun, too
But depression snuck up and she started to undo
Why can't she just man up and act like a wife?
She vowed to a man that she'd serve him for life
She really doesn't mean to be so inconvenient
So let's cut to a woman who's lived out a miracle
Made it through life being less than agreeable
She's running for office but battles a bias
So to fix it, she's hired the best team of stylists
They try her in pantsuits and skirts tailored perfect
She stares at the mirror and bleeds through its surface
"But why do I need to look pretty to be seen?
I'm far better qualified and he's just plain mean"
While he's loud and he's touting a hot wife to gloat
So you know that'll earn him the working-class vote.
They think that you're old and the polls all reveal
That they really won't like you with no sex appeal.
It's not really fair, but it's just how things are done.
So she pinches her wrinkling skin in her thumb
And thinks, isn't this just inconvenient?

A couple meanders through Sunday brunch tables
They pick up some coffee and inspect the bagels
Somebody approaches an after-church service
Immediately our young wife becomes nervous
She asks if they're planning on having a child
She looks at her feet and her manner grows mild
"She's trans but that's none of your business here, lady"
She doesn't want kids but the subject of babies
It makes her get anxious, she knows that she's valid
But her belly's not carrying much more than a salad
Her husband, defensive, he rubs on her arms
Politely replies, it's just not in our cards.
The churchgoer's rude and refers to the sermon
"No children? Well that's just a waste of a woman"
She relays this story to friends over wine
And they tell her that not wanting children is fine
She says, "Well if you wanted, you could carry your own"
But she doesn't know all their stories at home
Cause some of them spend their nights cursing their wombs
Over handfuls of pregnancies ended too soon
But before they can say they feel inadequate, too
A fight erupts down in the back of the room
A black woman storms through the bar in her apron
It seems she's in trouble for slapping a patron
He put both his hands on her backside and squeezed
He said, "White women really don't got 'em like these!"
Her boss is irate and he tells her she's let go
"Why can't you behave, yo', you're acting so ghetto"
She tried to defend herself only to find
A black woman's anger is never in line
Aren't all these women just so inconvenient?
Ever since the march I've been asked to write poems
But irony proves to be just ever-growin'
I'm asked to address how to be "inconvenient"
But before I can speak, first they want me to screen it
They're scared that I'll freak out and do something wild!
But censorship really just isn't my style
Some even suggested that they write the speech
But how could they say that they do what they preach?
With all due respect to these media teams
I don't get on a stage and not say what I mean
So, sorry to Glamour for cursing too often
But I've never really been the type that would soften
A message I'm passionate about in my bones
So, if you're offended, and viewing at home
I'm here to say that I'm not sorry
For being inconvenient
You were not put on this earth to make everybody else's life easier
So please, be inconvenient