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Introdução:
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I wanna be a boy,
Em
Or, at least that&rsquo s what I think this feeling is,
F#m
Take red pen to my paper,
D
Correct mistakes God somehow did.
D
I wanna befriend bugs,
Em
Climb tall trees, scrap my knees,
Em
And show I am tough,
F#m
Only cry in the night time,
D
My bed is the thing I can trust.
D
Cause I&rsquo ve grown sick of staring,
G
Hours in the mirror,
Moulding cheekbones,
D
Hope a new face could appear,
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I&rsquo ll break and bend my spine,
A
If it&rsquo d make you say &ldquo you&rsquo re mine&rdquo ,
It&rsquo s so unfair!
D
I guess I wanna be a boy.
D
I wanna be a boy,
Em
Take up space when I sit,
Em
I don&rsquo t need manners, they&rsquo re shit,
F#m
Rip my nails, cut my hair,
D
'Cause maybe then you&rsquo d finally care.
D
Why can&rsquo t I just be a boy,
Em
Be the thing that gives you,
Em
Butterflies,
F#m
Whisper that I make you smile,
D
Could we pretend that&rsquo s me for a while?
D
Cause I&rsquo ve grown sick of staring,
G
Hours in the mirror,
G
Moulding cheekbones,
D
Hope a new face could appear,
D G
I&rsquo ll break and bend my spine,
A
If it&rsquo d make you say &ldquo you&rsquo re mine,
You&rsquo re mine,
D
You&rsquo re mine&rdquo ,
D
I wanna be a boy,
Em7
Or at least be in a body,
You could love,
G
I&rsquo d break and bend my spine,
If it&rsquo d make you say &ldquo You&rsquo re mine&rdquo ,
A
Could it make you say &ldquo You&rsquo re mine?&rdquo ,
It&rsquo s so unfair,
D
I guess I wanna be a boy.