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She sees them out on the street in the mornin' The hard legs in the slim headwalk When they look down, there's no blood in the water And people listen to them when they talk She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know? She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know? She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know? She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know? She'd like to get something off her chest She knows that time isn't on her side They told her she gets to have it all A pretty story but she knows they lied, lied She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know? She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know? She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know? She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know? Just as the ghost of Miss Monroe Be the best in the world and have nothin' to show Be a meal for the wolves or a rich man's prize Peak around that door, see their hunger in their eyes Well, it comes as no surprise SongtexteAnd when she's lookin' good, so good, mighty good She feels a target on her back And if she doesn't try to soothe your ego She stands accused of a mood so black, so black She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know? She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know? She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know? She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know? She'd much rather be a boy, dontcha know? Oh yes, she'd rather be a boy, dontcha know? Well, she'd rather be a boy, dontcha know? Oh, she'd much rather be a boy, dontcha know Dontcha know, dontcha know? (Boy, dontcha know Boy, dontcha know Boy, dontcha know Boy, dontcha know) Well, she'd rather be a— She'd rather, she'd rather She'd rather, she'd rather She'd rather be a little boy, dontcha know? She'd rather, she'd rather She'd rather, she'd rather Boy, dontcha know? Aus Songtexte Mania