One, two, three, four
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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
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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
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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
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I don't care
I don't care
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