If I Were A Boy

When I was born, my parents cried

Bitter tears of resentment fell from their eyes

Salt in my wounds hits me like a freight train 

Everything to lose, and nothing to gain 

But then you were born, swaddled in blue 

So beautiful, I stand accused 

Pushed along to the sides, because I don't matter 

They only think of you, I ain't even the latter 

Teach me etiquette, fill my head with lies

Give someone ownership of me, I won't cry 

Change my face and change my name 

But you're still gonna stay the same 

Fit my soul in a dress too tight

Plastic surgery, he wants a wider smile 

I am weak, and you are strong 

I am pathetic, but you have it all 

If I were a boy, would you like me better 

'Cause you're the white knight and I'm the bedwetter

If I were a boy, would it stay the same

Nothing to lose and everything to gain 

Push me to the sides, 'cause I don't matter 

Serve social conservatism on a silver platter 

Pretty, sweet, and so polite 

Patriarchy's best delight 

Private property, if you'd like, you can talk about a lease 

Chain my soul and break me whole, I cannot be free

Pink is feminine, and it is weak

Blue is on a winning streak 

Spreading your victory with mass elation 

And if it's any consolation 

My whole life is a lie

Prison bars till the day I die 

Teach me etiquette, fill my head with lies

Give someone ownership of me, I won't cry 

Change my face and change my name 

But you're still gonna stay the same 

Fit my soul in a dress too tight

Plastic surgery, he wants a wider smile 

I am weak, and you are strong 

I am pathetic, but you have it all 

If I were a boy, would you like me better 

'Cause you're the white knight and I'm the bedwetter

If I were a boy, would it stay the same

Nothing to lose and everything to gain 

Push me to the sides, 'cause I don't matter 

Serve social conservatism on a silver platter 

Pretty, sweet, and so polite 

Patriarchy's best delight 

Push me to the sides, because I don't really matter 

They only think of you, I ain't even the latter 

Serve social conservatism on a silver platter 

And if it's any consolation 

I celebrate my defeat with mass elation 

My whole life is a lie

Prison bars till the day I die.