Man Enough

Not 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.

Ref.

Metamorphosis
Becoming someone new
Yet somehow I am still
A little girl to you

Not quite a woman, not yet a man,
Other people just don't understand
That my body's reconstruction
Is all that prevents my destruction.
I'm too old to be in someone else's skin anymore.

Ref.

Are you still waiting,
Waiting for the girl of your dreams?