And she's well impressed with the fact that a cycling forum is discussing 90s indie feminist rock anthems too:
For those who don't know it, here's her lyrics
[color=#0040FF]Here we go, I'm hanging out in Camden, Drinking with my girlfriends on a Saturday night
This guy says, "come and meet my girlfriend" She's sitting in the corner looking rather uptight
So I say "hello" and I try to be nice, But I see he's feeling itchy
Trying to play us off each other, "Girls, girls, please don't fight"
(you get the picture)
Hey you, the muscles and the long hair, Telling me that women are superior to men
Most guys just don't appreciate this, You just try convincing me you're better than them
So he talks for hours 'bout his sensitive soul, And his favourite subject is sex
I don't think he even really wanted it, But, Christ, this guy's too much
(I wanna tell him)
I'm as human as the next girl, I like a bit of flattery, But I don't need your practised lines, your school of charm mentality so
Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more, When it comes to men like you, I know the score, I've heard it all before
(Here comes the next one)
Blondie was with me for a summer, He flirted like a maniac but I wouldn't bite
I'm weak and he was so persistent, He only had to have me 'cause I put up a fight
Oh God, the boy had such an ego, He liked to talk about himself all day and all night
You think you're such a ladykiller, But you were nothing special 'til you turned out the light
When he's nice to me he's just nice to himself And he's watching his reflection
I'm a five foot mirror for adoring himself Here's seven years' bad luck
(I wanna tell him)
When you say you love me you're just flattering your vanity, But I don't need your practised lines, your school of charm mentality so
Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more, When it comes to men like you, I know the score, I've heard it all before
Ooh, you're such a ladykiller, always on a winner, thinking that you're in there, Oh boy, you're such a ladykiller, super sexy mister, call it what you will, oh
You think you're such a ladykiller, I just bet you're still there, posing in the mirror, Hey girls, he's such a ladykiller, but we know where he's coming from and we know the score.
(Author: M. Berenyi)
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I've seen men wither when that's been played
and if I'd written that before I was 30 I think I'd be pretty content with where my career was going.