What's normal to you, isn't normal to me.
Our first languages differ, you see?
Where you sleep early, and wake up late.
I wake up late and stay in that state.
What's normal to he, is not normal to I.
Where I smile,
He sighs.
Breakfast is crucial everyday.
Yet for me my friend, it gets in the way.
What's normal for a cat
Certainly is not normal for a bird.
What's normal for pants,
Isn't normal for a shirt.
A small peck on the cheek for me is enough.
For the girl sitting on the bench, she'd rather have more love.
While she has a penis, and wears bright red lipstick.
He's walking around, with a binder and refusing to be called 'chick'
While the straight man holding his girlfriends can't imagine being with his own gender.
The two lesbians down the street also can't seem to grasp the bender.
And while the quiet girl wears pounds of makeup of her face,
The all natural gypsy would rather go on a rapid fire chace
Normal means nothing,
Because no two people are completely alike.
Normal doesn't exist,
Nor is it right.
Because what's normal to a cat
Isn't normal to a bird
And what's normal to a pair of pants
Isn't normal to a shirt.
