Being a boy's like sucking on a lemon And I judge myself by the adverts I see My deodorant hides the real me These things elevate me above animals I feel like being a girl, being a girl Being a girl, being a girl, being a girl Yeah, how my life never tasted sweeter? I'm so boring, my clothes wanna keep Someone else warm, someone cooler Tax on cigarettes, treats my cancer These things elevate me above animals I feel like being a girl, being a girl Being a girl, being a girl, being a girl Yeah, how my life never tasted sweeter? How, how, how? Being a girl, being a girl, being a girl (Being a girl, being a girl, being a girl) Being I feels like being a girl, being a girl Being a girl, being a girl, being a girl Yeah, how my life never tasted sweeter? How, how, how? A frog, it cannot comprehend the sea Nor me happiness Girl is much to weak a word for me Made from balsa wood Being a girl, being a girl I wanna experience being a girl I wanna experience being a girl I wanna experience being a girl The only pureness left is preached by Marx Time to contemplate Never been informed there must be poor Or the rich won't be rich no more Being a girl, being a girl I wanna experience being a girl I wanna experience being a girl I wanna experience being a girl I wanna experience being a girl I wanna experience being a girl I wanna experience being a girl I wanna ex The only pureness left is preached to me by Marx The only pureness left is preached to me by Marx The only pureness left is preached by Marx © POLYGRAM MUSIC PUBG LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com