February 2009
Who hasn't made A big mistake Betrayed a love Or turned to hate? You think it's you Who hasn't told A small white lie Or felt revenge Was justified? You think it's you
I cut down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wild flowers. I put on women's clothing, And hang around in bars. I cut down trees, I wear high heels, Suspendies and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie