Well, it seems you've got a baby girl
To a man who will not love you well
And your walking down Brunswick street
And you're buying the baby's tears with treats
'Cause you look perfect, you look fine and you
Hold it together most of the time,
But when the baby's crying and you know he's lying
He was the best looking boy you'd known
So you married him and made him home
Dropped out of university
All because he said, «Well, honey, you're pretty»
Yes, you are pretty but you are not fine
'Cause you've forgotten your poor little mind
And if you don't start crying, you may never shine
Step on out of line
Outside the square
I dare you
To just not give a damn
'Cause people understand
So don't let them scare you
You play boy games and he plays girl games
And every Saturday, you swap over again
And you wonder why he just don't hear
Are you saying it loud, are you making it clear
Or are you hiding away
Behind all those perfect things that you say
You know that you don't want to be
You don't want to be
You don't want to be
You don't want to be no divorcee by twenty three
Well, is that your best reason to stay
You're worried about what your brothers, friends
Mothers might one day say
Step on out of line
Outside the square
I dare you
To just not give a damn
'Cause people understand
Don't let them scare you
You really should step on out of line
Outside the square
I dare you
To go confront your man
Help him understand these subtleties
About you, you, you, you
You don't want to be
You don't want to be
You don't want to be no divorcee by twenty three
Well, is that your best reason to stay
Think about what your baby girl might one day say