X chromosome
It's apparent my parents wanted a girl
But they got a girlish boy

Extra chromosome
There's breasts where my chest was, these pink fleshy masses
Have made themselves at home

Hips like my mom (hips like my mom)
Equipped for a birthing yet there's no tiny person napping behind this gut

Put some sad music on
Grab a book, draw a bath, spend an eve with the cats and a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc

So dress me up like daughter, oh, oh, oh
And talk to me like son, oh
Hold my head underwater
And tell me "Try and breathe"

And now the lines are blurred
If there's a great overseer was he drunk at the wheel for my birth?
(There's bourbon in its blood, I swear it)
Were our courses predetermined
Or do the pieces just lay wherever pieces may?
So gamble

So garnish me with lace
But fill me up with dirt
You stuff me like a pig
And tell me not to gain

So gamble on
(There's more than one driver at the wheel)

So is it true there's Eve
Wrapped up inside of me?

So dress me up, undress me
Paint my outsides like the pretty thing that I'm not