Button up my collared shirt

Might f*ck around and wear a skirt

Darken the hair that shouldn't be there

Hide your kids, best beware

Get problems lifted off my chest

Or at least suppress 'til further notice

Not to be contained

Though I'm a fan of a boxy shape

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Bind me up, but not for long

Adjusting to another thought, feels so wrong

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Men who feel femme, am I one of them?

Jealous of arrows that hit the same target

Do they realize that their bodies are erotic

So many things that I'd like to change

But I don't mind if I stay the same

Maybe I'm a fag instead of a dyke

Or maybe I'm both at the same time

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Bind me up, but not for long

Adjusting to another thought, feels so wrong

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh