A little dream-pop number about being transfeminine. Written with my usual collaboratrix. sorry I'm too masculine for you I tasted your scorn on my lips children don't speak unless spoken to so I bit out my tongue for the kids

They all seemed distressed when you walk in the room wearing that dress if you caught them looking just think of what they might do

they're all swinging Dicks Toms Harrys and Barbies with perfectly smoothed-over parts

the rest of them looking for a tall man to save them as they sneak from their wives in the dark

They all sound annoyed when you have your moment the girls and the boys who won't say your real name no matter how many times you told them

Yeah you can look at me I get it, I get it

Yeah you can look at me I get it, I get it