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Being a boy's like sucking on a lemonAnd I judge myself by the adverts I seeMy deodorant hides the real meThese things elevate me above animalsI feel like being a girlBeing a girl, being a girl, being a girl, being a girlAnd my life never tasted sweeterI'm so boring, my clothes wanna keepSomeone else warm, someone coolerTax on cigarettes, treats my cancerThese things elevate me above animalsA frog, it cannot comprehend the seaNor me happinessGirl is much to weak a word for meMade from balsa woodBeing a girl, being a girlI want to experience being a girlI want to experience being a girlI want to experience being a girlThe only pureness left is preached by MarxTime to contemplateNever been informed there must be poorOr the rich won't be rich no moreThe only pureness left is preached for me by MarxThe only pureness left is preached for me by MarxThe only pureness left is preached by Marx