Underwear

I like boys in red lipstick, like their kisses on my neck
Like the stains they leave on my skin and their cigarettes
I like girls with short hair wearing a suit and a tie
Like the look they give me and their hands on my thigh

I like people who don't fit in the boxes we've made up
I don't care what's in your underwear
As long as I'm falling in love

Genders a performance
And you’re selling out the show
Ask me what you are
I tell them I don't need to know
Genders a performance
And you’re selling out the show
Ask me what you are
I tell them I don't need to know

Need to know
Need to know
Need to know

I don't know what I like until it, it drives me crazy
Oh well, who needs a label when I can call you baby
I like people who don't fit in the boxes we've made up
I don't care what's in your underwear
As long as I'm falling in love

Genders a performance
And you’re selling out the show
Ask me what you are
I tell them I don't need to know
Genders a performance
And you’re selling out the show
Ask me what you are
I tell them I don't need to know

Need to know
Need to know
Need to know
Need to know

I think you’re
I think
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I think you’re
I think you’re beautiful

I don't care
I don't care
Ha!