"You know, dear,
you should hear,
it's not to be rude
but you're kind of a prude
and you should change, if you can-
you're too much like a man."
The world makes me feel awfully strange-
With its insistence on my constant change
I delve into poems and books
And only get myself strange looks-
No makeup, not faked up
Not throwing up in a cup
I wear the clothes I want
And earn myself a thousand taunts...
Swipe it on, swipe it off
That scar's an abomination-
Cover it up with some foundation!
Oh my god, look at that hair...
Straighten that, curl there.
Those eyebrows could use a pluck
Pout and strut like you don't give a fuck.
Get tighter pants, pull down that neckline
Those sneakers are like an ugly neon sign!
Aren't you a girl? Stop dressing that way!
Oh wait, you must be gay!
I didn't know that was the way you ran...
That must be why you're so much like a man.
For the first time and the last
I'm far from good and I'm far from chaste
I may like comics, combat and cars
But believe it or not I'm not from Mars
I am a woman, hear me roar-
I'm sick and tired, and won't take any more
Of these preconceived ideas.
I'm not nearly done, just you wait
Since when does personality determine who's straight?
I will be who I want to be
And that just so happens to be me.
If there's one thing I can't stand-
It's when someone says I'm like a man.