you make me want to wear dresses
you make me pout when i beg
i dont know why you make me frail
or i cry at things you say
but i enjoy being your feminine
living in my make-believe world
flowers belong behind ears
and boys can't hit girls
despite my every intention
i find myself longing to be small
i want to held by someone like you
i want to be caught when i
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