daughters like me

we don't get no respect,
daughters like me.
we have boys go to sleep beside us,
and wake up as men in the morning,
demanding breakfast and pinning us down,
against the dressing table
demanding that escaped kiss.

we don't get no respect
daughters like me,
who chose to leave everything behind
and follow where love leads,
just like you taught us when we were little girls,
only to have you reprimand us
when we return home broken-hearted
that we should have used our heads instead.

we don't get no respect,
daughters like me.