Part-Time Gender

(To the tune of "Part-Time Lovers" by Stevie Wonder)

Sometimes I'm neither girl nor guy
But there's a twinkle in my eye
When I turn on my part-time gender

Call me he, or they, or she
It doesn't matter much to me
They all agree with my part-time gender

Chorus:
I've got all of the genders, also none
I'm so free, better believe it, son
When I walk down the street by day or night,
Any pronoun goes, and it's so right

Some people think it's just a trend
Or that I'm messing with my friends
And it'll end, my part-time gender

But this genderfluidity
Is what works the best for me
Can't you see my part-time gender

Chorus

Some people sigh and roll their eyes,
Or ask me what's between my thighs,
But it's no disguise, this part-time gender

So now you know my story's true,
And if these things apply to you,
You can have it too, a part-time gender

You and me, with part-time genders,
He/they/she, a part-time gender