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I was born in drag, like, liar liar raising myself
So I locked her out, but how’d she get ahold of my cell
I was stuck with us while wishing I was somebody else
Woke up in a bra, wow, baby who are you and where’d you come from?

Grab a gun from the pile of guns
I’m a boy because I knew I wouldn’t fit anywhere

Put your hands on me, I think I wanna be loved