A song

Birds gotta swim, and fish gotta fly
I’ve gotta be the same girl till I die
Can’t stop bein’ that gal o’ mine

Tho’ I weep, and storm, and rage, and cry
Try to deny- Oh how I try I
Can’t stop being that girl of mine

It cannot be true, it must be a lie
Awake all night, I ask myself why I
Can’t stop being that girl of mine

Then become calm, give up with a sigh
Under the fake, it is the real I
that can’t help bein that gal o mine

Written while considering transition

4 thoughts on “A song

    • Spam is repellent. Whether it is a list of links or those vacuous “You’re wonderful” or more rarely “You’re crap” comments. I don’t want the names and phrases to invade my brain space. A glance is often enough to find it is useless. I should just look at it once a day but it accumulates so quickly. Ach.

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