Being a boy’s like sucking on a lemon
And I judge myself by the adverts I see
My deodorant hides the real me
These things elevate me above animals
I feel like being a girl
Being a girlbeing a girlbeing a girlbeing a girl
And my life never tasted sweeter
I’m so boringmy clothes wanna keep
Someone else warmsomeone cooler
Tax on cigarettestreats my cancer
These things elevate me above animals
A frogit cannot comprehend the sea
Nor me happiness
Girl is much to weak a word for me
Made from balsa wood
Being a girl
I want to experience being a girl
The only pureness left is preached by marx
Time to contemplate
Never been informed there must be poor
Or the rich won’t be rich no more