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born in the wrong body he waits
born in the wrong body he ties his shoes before he goes to work
born in the wrong body he straightens his tie after his lunch break
born in the wrong body he's felt this way sense second grade
oh...

born in the wrong body he stalls
born in the wrong body he races to change before they open the door
born in the wrong body he screams out inside his own throat
born in the wrong body he's wearing women's underwear under that trench coat

it feels good
and that's alright
but things that i take for granted
he wish he's for in the middle deep, dark night
in the spring flowers turn their leaves

when we're born doctors seperate our tummies from our mothers,
and from that point on, it's not the same

born in the wrong body he swerves
born in the wrong body he bleeds the blood of the man he never was
born in the wrong body he seems exposed he never came to be
born in the wrong body he dies

wishing he were more like me
and in the fall
the kids come back to school
appropriatly dressed if it gets too cold
the girls are pretty in their pink, and the boys in blue

born in the wrong body and there's nothing left for him to do

the grocery list reads milk and eggs
paper towels and longer legs
broader hips and softer lips and
smooth, smooth, smooth, and smoother skin

the grocery list reads truth untold
high heels and hair of marigold
margerine and estrogen and
smooth, smooth, smooth, and smoother skin

one loaf of bread,
and don't forget the lightbulbs
these things i wish i was made of
milk and eggs and paper towels and pop-tarts

born in the wrong body he sighs
born in the wrong body he longs for slender shoulders and hairless thighs
born in the wrong body he settles as he hesitates for the life he chose
born in the wrong body and noone knows