[00:00.000] 作曲 : David Stefan Rovics
[00:04.951]Ever since the days when you learned to dress yourself
[00:09.992]You would reach for certain clothing from your little shelf
[00:14.694]You said “I want to dress like mommy” and that's exactly what you did
[00:19.893]You always did things differently from most other kids
[00:24.830]You'd be playing with a doll or some other toy
[00:30.159]When someone would ask is that a girl or a boy
[00:35.409]
[00:39.197]Someone would call your given name, with you there in your dress
[00:44.761]Leaving some to wonder, with others left to guess
[00:49.672]Are you an innie or an outie, a princess or a king
[00:54.975]Do you like to play with tractors or wear angel wings
[01:00.173]What's inside that box, is it a bullet or a pearl
[01:05.058]As someone else must ask is that a boy or a girl
[01:09.891]
[01:13.418]You'd pretend that you weren't bothered, but it was clear you were
[01:18.877]Then one day someone asked you what pronoun you prefer
[01:24.023]Learning there were options and the choice was yours to make
[01:28.960]For you there was no question now, which path you would take
[01:34.211]You grabbed a piece of paper, signed it with a swirl
[01:39.200]As you announced “my name is Gwenevere, and I am a girl”
[01:44.529]
[01:48.422]Ever since the days when you learned to dress yourself
[01:53.228]You would reach for certain clothing from your little shelf

作曲 : David Stefan Rovics
Ever since the days when you learned to dress yourself
You would reach for certain clothing from your little shelf
You said “I want to dress like mommy” and that's exactly what you did
You always did things differently from most other kids
You'd be playing with a doll or some other toy
When someone would ask is that a girl or a boy
Someone would call your given name, with you there in your dress
Leaving some to wonder, with others left to guess
Are you an innie or an outie, a princess or a king
Do you like to play with tractors or wear angel wings
What's inside that box, is it a bullet or a pearl
As someone else must ask is that a boy or a girl
You'd pretend that you weren't bothered, but it was clear you were
Then one day someone asked you what pronoun you prefer
Learning there were options and the choice was yours to make
For you there was no question now, which path you would take
You grabbed a piece of paper, signed it with a swirl
As you announced “my name is Gwenevere, and I am a girl”
Ever since the days when you learned to dress yourself
You would reach for certain clothing from your little shelf