Expectations

(Verse One)
I love the color pink but don’t wear it all the time
My nails aren’t always painted and there is no reason why
I’d never wear a skirt because that simply isn’t me
Even though it’s pretty, it’s not who I want to be
I do my make up time to time, but it’s just for myself
Hell would freeze before I’d ever dress as someone else
I am me and I’m not changing but you get a choice
You can stay or walk away, now don’t be acting coy

(Pre Chorus)
"How can you be trans if you’re not living in a dress?"
"How are you a woman if you’re not looking your best?"
"You’re not wearing make up so you still must be a man?"
Bitch sit down and let me tell you who the fuck I am

(Chorus)
I’m a fucking individual with my own aspirations
I’m deciding if and when I give an explanation
I color out of lines of every single illustration
I’m not sorry I don’t fit your standard expectations
I don’t see society as any limitation
I am not the one to provide you education
You can go on google if you need a demonstration
I’m not sorry I don’t fit your standard expectations

(Post Chorus)
Don’t tell me what I feel, don’t tell me how to act
Your opinions your opinion, but my feelings are my facts
You’ll never change my mind, you’ll never get your way
Since it’s my body and mind, I get the final fucking say

(Bridge)
I’m not a religious or political constraint
I’d have a suggestion box if I took complaints
It’s not my fault you think I’m living only for damnation
Or if I am not hot enough to aid your masturbation

(Outro)
So in conclusion, I’ll make this crystal clear
Take away distractions, keep all attention here
My body is my own and my doctor’s files too
There’s not a single explanation that I owe to you
I am still a woman if I don’t meet your demands
That fact doesn’t change when I tell you that i’m trans
I don’t give a damn if I’m not pretty to the mass
I am who I am, if you don’t like it kiss my ass