Inappropriate

It's a feather in my hat It's the pearl around my neck That makes me bad It's the colour of my hair Or the language in which I swear That drives you mad I'm not correct in what I do I'm offending them and you I'm in your line of sight And yes, my dear, you're right I'm inappropriate I'm inappropriate It is the vixen dress I wear And the stuff about which I care That drives you mad It is the nipple of my tit It is the place on which I sit That makes me bad I'm not correct in what I do I'm offending them and you I'm in your line of sight And yes, my dear, you're right I'm inappropriate I'm inappropriate I'm inappropriate You've lost control over your eyeballs And over your typing hand as well Looking away is not your forte And what you see you have to tell You've got the right to be offended As I have got that to offend Your mind is set in a concrete block And you don't want that state to end (Instrumental) You can't do this because you're female You can't do this because you're old You can't do this because you're Black or white or green You can't do this because you suck You can't do this because you're blind or dumb or lame You can't do this because you're fat You can't do this because you're ugly You know what? I give a fuck I'm inappropriate