Man EnoughNot quite a woman, not quite a man,
I'm something that I still don't understand.
Never allowed to be young and foolish,
You say "be yourself," but how do I do this?
I'm too old to get away with not knowing anymore.
Ref. And am I man enough to deal with it all?
Am I man enough that you'll come when I call?
Or are you still waiting for the girl of your dreams?
Knees must be touching when you sit,
Be prim and proper and all of that shit.
My childhood spent inside of a box,
Wearing me out like electrical shocks
Being a "woman" is stifling and a bore.