| So they called me a little girl
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| Thrust into fuschia sapphire world
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| Unaware of what would occur
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| Five years old I
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| Didn’t wanna wear mum’s favourite dress
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| Swore I looked better in my brother’s best
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| And I had the whole tomboy thing addressed
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| But that got old
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| Voice in my head says
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| You’re not the little lady that they think you is
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| But not anything like the boys at football practice
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| Honey it is so plain to see
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| Why would I need ordinary?
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| Ain’t any other one like me
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| What a freak
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| Sorry if you don’t understand
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| I know exactly who I am
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| Pray that I won’t because I can
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| That’s not a girl and that’s not a man
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| What a freak
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| What a freak
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| So I came out two thousand fifteen
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| Family preachy, strangers pissed and
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| Still we got gall to fuck the cistem
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| (That's spelt with C-I-S)
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| But not everybody’s so nice to you
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| When introduced to something that they really ain’t used to
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| What’s widdle Zander gonna do?
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| (What I want)
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| Voice in my head says that
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| You are not a woman even though you look it
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| But not anything like the men who beg to touch it |
| Honey it is so plain to see
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| Why would I need ordinary?
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| Ain’t any other one like me
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| What a freak
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| Sorry if you don’t understand
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| I know exactly who I am
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| Pray that I won’t because I can
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| That’s not a girl and that’s not a man
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| What a freak
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| What a freak
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| What a freak
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| Run like me they dub you a freak
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| Remember what you said, bitch
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| Now get down and fucking beg
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| There’s no need to be scared
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| All the freaks are taking over and the binary’s dead
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| Baby it is so plain to see
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| I do not fuck with he or she
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| And there’s so many more like me
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| What a freak
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| Sorry if you don’t understand
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| I know exactly who I am
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| Pray that I won’t because I can
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| That’s not a girl and that’s not a man
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| What a freak
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| Hahahahahahah |