| She sees them out on the street in the mornin'
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| The hard legs in the slim headwalk
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| When they look down, there’s no blood in the water
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| And people listen to them when they talk
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| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?
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| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?
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| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?
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| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?
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| She’d like to get something off her chest
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| She knows that time isn’t on her side
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| They told her she gets to have it all
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| A pretty story but she knows they lied, lied
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| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?
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| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?
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| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?
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| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?
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| Just as the ghost of Miss Monroe
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| Be the best in the world and have nothin' to show
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| Be a meal for the wolves or a rich man’s prize
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| Peak around that door, see their hunger in their eyes
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| Well, it comes as no surprise
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| And when she’s lookin' good, so good, mighty good
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| She feels a target on her back
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| And if she doesn’t try to soothe your ego
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| She stands accused of a mood so black, so black
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| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?
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| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?
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| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?
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| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?
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| She’d much rather be a boy, dontcha know?
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| Oh yes, she’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?
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| Well, she’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?
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| Oh, she’d much rather be a boy, dontcha know
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| Dontcha know, dontcha know?
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| (Boy, dontcha know
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| Boy, dontcha know
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| Boy, dontcha know
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| Boy, dontcha know)
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| Well, she’d rather be a—
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| She’d rather, she’d rather
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| She’d rather, she’d rather
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| She’d rather be a little boy, dontcha know?
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| She’d rather, she’d rather
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| She’d rather, she’d rather
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| Boy, dontcha know? |