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 girl, being a girl, being a girl, being a girl

And my life never tasted sweeter



I'm so boring, my clothes wanna keep

Someone else warm, someone cooler

Tax on cigarettes, treats my cancer

These things elevate me above animals



A frog, it cannot comprehend the sea

Nor me happiness

Girl is much to weak a word for me

Made from balsa wood



Being a girl, being a girl

I want to experience being a girl

I want to experience 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



The only pureness left is preached for me by Marx

The only pureness left is preached for me by Marx

The only pureness left is preached by Marx