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 MarxTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
