DESCRIPTION:
My breakup song to corporate America.

baby, you don't own me
you don't own me
not for the price of the clothes that I wear
and I will gladly give them all back
to keep this thing on the square
cuz baby you don't own me
you don't own me
not for the cost
of my meal
well I have been down low before
but baby I'd rather steal
than to let you go on thinkin' that you own me
trifle makers
they're always takers
and they never will give an inch
but I been broke hearted
and I'm too old to get started
lettin' any man
tell me how I ought to live
baby, you don't own me
you don't own me
not the air
that I breathe
and if I thought
maybe you did
I hold my breath
just to make you see
baby, you don't own me
you never will
if there's one thing in this world
I know still ain't for sale
it'd be this foolish heart of mine
that I long to bare
so baby you will never own me