| Tim, wish you were born a girl, wish you were born a girl
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| So I could’ve been your boyfriend
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| I know it’s not possible now, I just never met a girl
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| I like half as much as you
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| And we could lay around in bed, stay there all day
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| Or at least until the afternoon
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| And I could make you spaghetti with tomato sauce
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| With just a touch of oregano and a parsley stem
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| And then when you got sick I could take the day off work
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| I could’ve made you chicken soup
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| And we could watch soap operas, oh, those TV dramas!
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| I could catch your cold and you could take care of me
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| If I could’ve met you at school or met you at work
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| It would have changed everything
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| Those years of losing, confusion and insecurity
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| They would have been shared, they would have been easier
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| Oh, Tim, wish you were born a girl, wish you were born a girl
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| So I could’ve been your fiancé
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| I’m not saying you can’t be all these things for me
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| But it’s just not the same 'cause you’re a man and so am I |