My Boyish Days Are Over

Why don’t I get over this pants

And I’ll put on that skirt right now

When I was a kid

I used to go out and play with boys

My parents thought I was a t-bird

But little did they know

I dreamed to be like Beauty

Wake up, be kissed, and wander away

But I’m about to rock the world

I gotta get over my boyish angst

Gotta flirt with my prince charming

In my early teens

I used not to care about how I look

People thought I was a t-bird

But little did they know

I dreamed to be like Beauty

Wake up, be kissed, and wander away

But I’m about to rock the world

I gotta get over my boyish angst

Gotta flirt with my prince charming

Why don’t I get over this pants

And I’ll put on that skirt right now

But I’m about to rock the world

I gotta get over my boyish angst

Gotta flirt with my prince charming

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