She can't say, all the things she want to say
Cos there is always something in her way
Always something there to keep her down
She can't do, all the thing she want to do
Cos there is always someone there like you, holding her down and pushing her back

You, you have to let her go, let her grow

She is scared, scared of that cold, hard hand
Which beats her up every day
That bloody hand is always there in her way
And she knows, she is nothing but a little toy
Only there to please this boy, yes this little weak and pitiful boy

You, you have to let her go, let her grow