Double Standards and Double Entendres

Walk down the street with head held high
but I know this confidence is just a lie
I’ve let too many strangers come inside
regret and shame makes me want to hide
They only see me as a revolving door
taking their turns and hoping to score
If I were a guy this would be another story
basking in a conquest and all its glory
I believed turning the tables would give me power
but for a girl this victory is nothing but sour
I dream of starting over in a new place
damaged reputations are hard to erase
Tales are exchanged behind the bar
all of those words forming a scar
Walk back home with head held high
denying them the satisfaction of seeing me cry

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