Boy Dontcha Know - Joan Osborne

She sees them out on the street in the mornin'

The hard legs in the slim headwalk

When they look down, there’s no blood in the water

And people listen to them when they talk

She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?

She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?

She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?

She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?

She’d like to get something off her chest

She knows that time isn’t on her side

They told her she gets to have it all

A pretty story but she knows they lied, lied

She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?

She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?

She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?

She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?

Just as the ghost of Miss Monroe

Be the best in the world and have nothin' to show

Be a meal for the wolves or a rich man’s prize

Peak around that door, see their hunger in their eyes

Well, it comes as no surprise

And when she’s lookin' good, so good, mighty good

She feels a target on her back

And if she doesn’t try to soothe your ego

She stands accused of a mood so black, so black

She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?

She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?

She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?

She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?

She’d much rather be a boy, dontcha know?

Oh yes, she’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?

Well, she’d rather be a boy, dontcha know?

Oh, she’d much rather be a boy, dontcha know

Dontcha know, dontcha know?

(Boy, dontcha know

Boy, dontcha know

Boy, dontcha know

Boy, dontcha know)

Well, she’d rather be a—

She’d rather, she’d rather

She’d rather, she’d rather

She’d rather be a little boy, dontcha know?

She’d rather, she’d rather

She’d rather, she’d rather

Boy, dontcha know?