| I didn’t want a son
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| I got one anyway
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| Little boys have nasty
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| Things between their legs
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| I’d rather have a girl
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| A dolly I can dress
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| My pretty little princess
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| A transgender success
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| Daddy’s little girl
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| Daddy’s little girl
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| Dressing him in drag
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| He’s confused and kind of sad
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| Daddy’s little girl
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| Daddy’s little girl
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| Teaching him to be
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| A little she and not a he
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| I put the lipstick on his face
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| And make him wear a dress
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| He cries and carries on so much
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| Mascara makes a mess
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| We have a fashion show
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| He models mommy’s clothes
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| Teetering in heels
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| He learns to strut and pose
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| I make him tuck his stuff
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| Back between his crack
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| He stumbles when he walks
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| Until he gets the knack
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| Daddy’s little girl
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| Daddy’s little girl
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| Slipping hormones in his food
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| He blossoms into womanhood
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| Daddy’s little girl
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| Daddy’s little girl
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| His breasts begin to swell
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| Is he Michael or Michelle?
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| Teased by kids at school
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| Because I send him there
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| With painted fingernails
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| And lacy underwear
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| They lift his frilly skirt
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| And pull his ponytail
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| Then snap his training bra
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| And call him «faggot»
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| He thinks I’m saving money
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| For his college education
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| I plan to use the money for
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| His sex change operation |