Lyrics
Getting sent home for shoulders being shown
And your skirts too short, It'll make the boys groan
She gets looks, wherever she goes
Like a witch in Salem she'll never know
Why they talk
That much makeup makes you a con
But you get ignored without any on
Double standards, no way to win
Go express yourself
Unless you aren't thin
Ah, this heart of hers is wearing away
'Cause people always got things to say
It's like she's being burned at the stake
The burning of a Salem witch
For something that she can't even switch
Unique and weird are the same words
Except unique was never for her
Tell me something I don't know
When you try to bring her down
She's sick and tired of the way they say
That they will have to meet halfway
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
She just wants to walk out at night
Without being forced to fear for her life
Endless words get thrown at her back
All because she doesn't fit in the pack
And they talk
She dislikes to talk in a crowd
'Cause she's always told she's being too loud
Passive, perfect, pretty, and pink
But be scared at clubs, they might spike your drink
Ah, this heart of hers is wearing away
'Cause people always got things to say
It's like she's being burned at the stake
The burning of a Salem witch
For something that she can't even switch
Unique and weird are the same words
Except unique was never for her
Tell me something I don't know
When you try to bring her down
She's sick and tired of the way they say
That they will have to meet halfway
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
And history repeats itself over again
Society hates what it can't understand
The witches were killed and were always to blame
And now she feels the same
The burning of a Salem witch
For something that she can't even switch
Unique and weird are the same words
Except unique was never for her
Tell me something I don't know
When you try to bring her down
She's sick and tired of the way they say
That they will have to meet halfway
The burning of a Salem witch
For something that she can't even switch
Unique and weird are the same words
Except unique was never for her
Tell me something I don't know
When you try to bring her down
She's sick and tired of the way they say
That they will have to meet halfway
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
