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Peculiar, Isn't It? Lyrics

X-chromosome
It's apparent my parents wanted a girl but they got a girlish boy
Extra chromosome
There's b****** where my chest was
These pink fleshy masses have made themselves at home
Hips like my mom
Equipped for a birthing yet there's no tiny person napping behind this gut
But some sad music on
Grab a book, run a bath, spend an eve with the cats and a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc

So dress me up like daughter and talk to me like son
Hold my head under water and tell me "try to breathe"
So now the lines are blurred
If there's a great overseer was he drunk at the wheel for my birth?
(There's bourbon in its blood I swear it!)
Were our courses predetermined, or do the pieces just lay wherever pieces may?
Let's just gamble
You garnish me with lace, but fill me up with dirt
You stuff me like a pig and tell me not to gain

There's more than one driver at the wheel
So it's true there's Eve wrapped up inside of me?

Dress me up undress me!
Paint my outside like the pretty thing I'm not
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