Underwear

I like boys in red lipstick

Like their kisses on my neck

Like the stains they leave

On my skin and their cigarette

I like girls with short hair

Wearing a suit and a tie

Like the look they give me

And their hand on my thigh

I like people who don't fit

In the boxes we've made up

I don't care what's in your underwear

As long as I'm falling in love

Gender's a performance

And you're selling out the show

Ask me what you are

I tell them I don't need to know

Gender's a performance

And you're selling out the show

Ask me what you are

I tell them I don't need to know

Need to know

Need to know

Need to know

I don't know what I like

Until it, it drives me crazy

Oh well, who needs a label

When I can call you baby?

I like people who don't fit

In the boxes we've made up

I don't care what's in your underwear

As long as I'm falling in love

Gender's a performance

And you're selling out the show

Ask me what you are

I tell them I don't need to know

Gender's a performance

And you're selling out the show

Ask me what you are

I tell them I don't need to know

Need to know

Need to know

Oh, need to know

Oh, need to know

I think you're, I think, I think that you're

I think you're, I think, I think that you're

I think that you're, I think, I think that you're

I think that you're, I think, I think that you're

I think you're, I think, I think that you're

I think that you're, I think, I think that you're

I think you're, I think, I think that you're

I think that you're, I think, I think that you're

I think that you're, I think, I think that you're

I think that you're, I think, I think that you're

I think you're, I think, I think that you're

I think you're, I think you're beautiful

I don't care

I don't care