born in the wrong body he waits   born in the wrong body he ties his shoes before he goes to work   born in the wrong body he straightens his tie after his lunch break   born in the wrong body he's felt this way sense second grade   oh...      born in the wrong body he stalls   born in the wrong body he races to change before they open the door   born in the wrong body he screams out inside his own throat   born in the wrong body he's wearing women's underwear under that trench coat      it feels good   and that's alright   but things that i take for granted   he wish he's for in the middle deep, dark night   in the spring flowers turn their leaves      when we're born doctors seperate our tummies from our mothers,   and from that point on, it's not the same      born in the wrong body he swerves   born in the wrong body he bleeds the blood of the man he never was   born in the wrong body he seems exposed he never came to be   born in the wrong body he dies      wishing he were more like me   and in the fall    the kids come back to school    appropriatly dressed if it gets too cold   the girls are pretty in their pink, and the boys in blue      born in the wrong body and there's nothing left for him to do      the grocery list reads milk and eggs   paper towels and longer legs   broader hips and softer lips and   smooth, smooth, smooth, and smoother skin      the grocery list reads truth untold   high heels and hair of marigold   margerine and estrogen and   smooth, smooth, smooth, and smoother skin      one loaf of bread,    and don't forget the lightbulbs   these things i wish i was made of   milk and eggs and paper towels and pop-tarts      born in the wrong body he sighs   born in the wrong body he longs for slender shoulders and hairless thighs   born in the wrong body he settles as he hesitates for the life he chose   born in the wrong body and noone knows