From  The New Yorker

This week, in honor of the Women’s March on Washington, Fiona Apple has ... an anti-Trump song, “Tiny Hands.” The one-line chant is set in a programmed loop over a sampling of the President-elect’s voice from the leaked “Access Hollywood” tape in which he boasted about groping women. “We don’t want your tiny hands anywhere near our underpants,” she sings over a drum-line beat, pairing the vulgarity of Trump’s “grab ’em by the pussy” with the prudishness of the term “underpants,” as if to echo in her rhyme the childishness of its target. Unlike Trump, who wields his words like a bludgeon, Apple is hushed, calm, resolute. But her words, like his, are blunt, infectious - designed to be shouted by torrents of marching women.