[Verse 1]
The Sylvia Plath story
Is told to girls who write

[Verse 2]
They want us to think that to be a girl poet
Means you have to die

[Verse 3]
Who is it that told me
All girls who write must suicide?
Must suicide? Must suicide?
Must suicide?

[Bridge]
[Panting]

[Verse 4]
I've got another
Good one for you
We are turning
Cursive letters into knives