Mistaken For A Boy (Don't Want To Be)

I'm just a tall skinny funny-lookin',
No tits, no hips, no back there,
My lips are thin, my hair is stringy,
Sometimes they think that I'm a boy.

chorus:
I'll wear some high heels,
I'll stuff my bra now,
I'll throw my hips out.
I don't want to be taken for a boy.
I'll put on lipstick,
I'll pluck my eyebrows,
I'll grow my nails long,
Don't want to be mistaken for a boy.

I want the boys to like me,
Even though I'm taller than they are.
I'll even get down on my knees,
So they don't think that I'm a boy.

chorus:
I'll put on earrings,
I'll pierce my navel,
I'll paint my toenails,
I don't want to be taken for a boy.
I'll wear some nylons,
And satin panties,
A matching brassiere,
Don't want to be mistaken for a boy.

another chorus:
I wiggle when I walk,
I giggle when I talk,
I'm fickle when I love,
I don't want to be taken for a boy.
I'll ask directions,
I'll stop for potty,
I brake for squirrels,
Don't want to be mistaken for a boy.

yet another chorus:
I do Pilates,
For a flat tummy,
Even do kegels,
I don't want to be taken for a boy.
I use the skin cream,
The eyelash curler,
Lip gloss and liner,
Don't want to be mistaken for a boy.

a final chorus:
I'll wear pretty dresses,
Or short short mini-skirts,
Even them hot-pants,
I don't want to be taken for a boy.
I'll laugh at nonsense,
I'll stop at every shoe sale,
I'll be bulimic,
Don't want to be mistaken for a boy.

-- Lannie Rose, 12/2002

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