We presume they're snobbish
Too good for our kind
We automatically judge them
Without knowing who they really are
We think they're all bitches or whores
When really they're normal people
Dressed up in uniforms
That happen to be short skirts.
Nothing's different about them
They're just Talented.
Hear them roar
The female battle cry
They're no different
Just like you and I
When will we learn
Not to group people without knowing
Who they are
What they're like
They're cheerleaders
Female Warriors
Hear them ROAR