You talked about me when I passed by,
You said I’m so girly when I standby,
I shake it, fake it but still you see it,
You said I am sassy when I am making it.
You talked about me when I just said it,
You said I’m so softy when I talked it.
I make, twist it but still you see it,
You said I am touchy when I am holding it.
You talked about me when I dance it,
You said I’m so comfy when I move it.
I look it, jump it but still you see it,
You said I’m so gay when I stared it.
You talked about me when I’m denying it,
You said I’m a movable cad when I’m forging it.
I say it, tell it but still you it.
You said I’m different when I rued it.
All I can say is I’m so sure with myself,
I’m happy enough as long as I don’t hurt myself.
What they see is what they all get.
Identifying me is something that they can’t get.
