Be yourself, but not that one
Be the one you want me to
But who gave you the f***ing right to tell ME what to do?
My shirts to low, my skirts to long can I find the inbetween
Last time I checked you weren’t a fashion expert just an unrealistic teen.
Shave your arms, shave your lip, shave every hair except your head
If you wanted to date a hairless mammal, id suggest a naked role rat instead.
You want me outgoing and confident but shy and sweet
It’s not a tall order
It’s multiple personality disorder
For all these expectations to meet.
Be skinny but curvy, change up my hair
Wear only things that you want me to wear
I’ve had it, i’m done I don’t really care
I’ll do what I want with my own damn hair.
Don’t cut it short, i’ll look like a boy?
I’ll do a pixie, just to annoy
Don’t wear red lipstick, it’ll get all over your face?
Don’t worry at all, it’s not coming anywhere near that place.
I’ll wear peplums, bandeaus and and sequin headbands
Everything you hate, and you’ll see it first hand
I’m being myself, YES that one , i’ll do whatever the hell I wanna do
Who cares if it doesn’t fit the expectations that you wanted me to?
Because the only person who has a say in how I should look or act or be
Isn’t you, your friends or other boys
It’s simply up to me.