Walking down the street, an old man stopped me He said: What a nice ass you have But I'm too young to listen to such things So I left, who knows what would have happened? We can't show a shoulder Without these sharks biting But I brought the harpoon And now, what's your excuse? I'm not going to sell myself For your wishes, you perverted idiot I'm a child, go find something productive to do And go fuck yourself In your head I'm a doll From those sex shops He wants to eat me And he's not a cannibal I can defend myself But he won't go to jail I'll leave with marks from this pervert We can't show a shoulder Without these sharks biting But I brought the harpoon And now, what's your excuse? I will not sell myself out to your whims You perverted idiot I'm a child, go find something productive to do And go fuck yourself This is a school, sir You shouldn't behave like this I won't lower myself for you I'm not a liar Then go fuck yourself (what?) You have a wife and children (really?) I think they wouldn't like to know that That the man of the house is not an evolved man Now you're mad Because of some little things I said That weren't even made public But they know, all of this is real (oh my God) But not all of this was about me I will not sell myself (self) out to your whims You perverted idiot I'm a child, go find something productive to do And go fuck yourself I will not sell myself to your wishes You perverted idiot I am a child Go find something producti-cti-ctive to do And go fuck yourself (And go fuck yourself) I will not sell myself I will not sell myself I will not sell myself (Ooh, ho ey)