They like to talk about their conquests
Just relax with music fests
Like to dress up and show out
Just stare at the mirror and silently shout
When will they all get it together?
And realize they can be both
No matter the time or the weather
Don’t they know You can’t put a label on Growth?
Hang out in the bathroom
Some boys talk big but feel gloom
Fantasize about crushes
Show hide their faces while others stay luscious
Don’t they know?
Will they ever know?
Some are scared to be both
‘Cause You can’t put a label on growth
Would rather swing from the highest tree
Don’t like their hair drooping in the glass ceiling
Crave having a child without the feeling