[Intro – mocking backup singers, with music box chimes] “She wished to be a young man, but tits got in her way. Now she has to run and hide, ’cause boys just wanna play.” --- [Verse 1 – lead, low and bitter] We built forts from trash and tires, chased each other through the rain. Fought with them through creeks and briars, ’til tight drawers caused growing pain. And somehow, boys think I’m to blame. --- [Bridge 1 – mocking backup, nasal nursery-rhyme tone] “She’s got the parts and pretty face, but no bitch earns a lady’s grace!” --- [Verse 2 – sharper, biting lead] Your eyes grew gawky, your hands grew brash, virtues and voices cracked in two. From best pals to predators in a flash— Tell me, boys, what’s a girl to do? One day I had friends, and the next, I had you. --- [Bridge 2 – mocking backup, nasal nursery-rhyme tone] “Tits and hips, she’s shaking free, she’ll steal your man, just wait and see!” --- [Jazz Rant – lead, fast rhythmic spoken/sung] Attempts to persuade me — none of them swayed me. Not dismayed, nor dissuade — their minds set to get weighed! With offers of trade — oh boys, how you bayed! That my debts should be paid for our “friendship” betrayed. That I should nursemaid the rents your slacks displayed! So I cut the charade — left you pups to aid your own phones, fled to evade your pity parade. You false friends turned to men — go kick stones! --- [Verse 3 – lead, darker, whispering tone] You swore I gave you wicked dreams, said I owed you something sweet. But I was weary of your schemes, so I left — beat feet — and hit the street. --- [Bridge 3 – mocking backup, nasal nursery-rhyme tone] “Rotten fruit from a rotten tree, can change her clothes, not her pedigree!” --- [Outro – mocking backup singers with fading music box chimes] “She wished to be a young man, but her tits got in the way. Now she has to run and hide, ’cause boys just wanna play."
