X chromosome
It's apparent my parents wanted a girl
But they got a girlish boy
Extra chromosome
There's breasts where my chest was
These pink fleshy masses have made themselves at home
Hips like my mom (hips like my mom)
Equipped for a birthing yet there's no tiny person
Napping behind this gut
Put some sad music on
Grab a book draw a bath
Spend an eve with the cats and a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc
So dress me up like daughter, oh, oh, oh
And talk to me like son (oh)
Hold my head under water
And tell me, "try and breathe."
And now the lines are blurred
If there's a great overseer was he drunk at the wheel for my birth?
(There's bourbon in its blood, I swear it)
Were our courses predetermined
Do the pieces just lay wherever pieces may?
So gamble
So garnish me with lace
But fill me up with dirt
Stuff me like a pig
And tell me not to gain
So gamble on
(There's more than one driver at the wheel)
So is it true there's Eve
Wrapped up inside of me?
So dress me up, undress me, paint my outsides like the pretty thing that
I'm not