born in the wrong body he waitsnborn in the wrong body he ties his shoes before he goes to worknborn in the wrong body he straightens his tie after his lunch breaknborn in the wrong body he's felt this way sense second gradenoh...nnborn in the wrong body he stallsnborn in the wrong body he races to change before they open the doornborn in the wrong body he screams out inside his own throatnborn in the wrong body he's wearing women's underwear under that trench coatnnit feels goodnand that's alrightnbut things that i take for grantednhe wish he's for in the middle deep, dark nightnin the spring flowers turn their leavesnnwhen we're born doctors seperate our tummies from our mothers,nand from that point on, it's not the samennborn in the wrong body he swervesnborn in the wrong body he bleeds the blood of the man he never wasnborn in the wrong body he seems exposed he never came to benborn in the wrong body he diesnnwishing he were more like menand in the fall nthe kids come back to school nappropriatly dressed if it gets too coldnthe girls are pretty in their pink, and the boys in bluennborn in the wrong body and there's nothing left for him to donnthe grocery list reads milk and eggsnpaper towels and longer legsnbroader hips and softer lips andnsmooth, smooth, smooth, and smoother skinnnthe grocery list reads truth untoldnhigh heels and hair of marigoldnmargerine and estrogen andnsmooth, smooth, smooth, and smoother skinnnone loaf of bread, nand don't forget the lightbulbsnthese things i wish i was made ofnmilk and eggs and paper towels and pop-tartsnnborn in the wrong body he sighsnborn in the wrong body he longs for slender shoulders and hairless thighsnborn in the wrong body he settles as he hesitates for the life he chosenborn in the wrong body and noone knows