Bikini Kill - Bloody Ice Cream | Текст песни

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The Sylvia Plath story is told to girls who write
They want us to think that to be a girl poet
Means you have to die
Who is it
That told me
All girls who write must suicide?
must suidide, must suicide
I've another good one for you
We are turning
Cursive letters into knives