Texty: Joan Jett And The Blackhearts. Spinster.

Maybe, I don't wanna, maybe, I don't wanna, wanna
Maybe, I don't wanna fuck you

I'm a spinster, I don't need no rules
I don't got no one tellin' me what to do
Tellin' me what's cool, I'm no stupid fool

Hey teen ageist, I'm not over yet
Y O U T H only, baby, that's your math

I'm a spinster, I don't need your rules
I'm resisting, don't need no one to
Tell me what's cool or how I need a tool
To get through to you

I'm no one's wife and I'm not your little girl
Don't tell me I'm useless
'Cuz I want more from this world

Maybe, I don't wanna, maybe, I don't wanna, wanna
Maybe, I don't wanna, maybe, I don't wanna
Maybe, I don't wanna, maybe, I don't wanna, wanna
Maybe, I don't wanna fuck you, hey, ever think of that?