Dolls and guns and building blocks,
Make-up, tops and Tonka trucks
Don't all make the most suitable toys
For the games of little boys.
Or maybe you're not a boy at all.
Maybe you're really a little girl.
You'll never make it in this world
If you don't toughen up and stand tall.
Little boy you're way too soft.
You've been too coddled.
You're not manly enough.
Hands straight, wrist's way too limp
Folks'll think you're a weakling,
A sissy, a wimp.
So what if you don't care for sports?
There lies your province
And you'd better conform.
Take your tears and stuff 'em down.
Who cares if you're hurt?
There are people around!
These feelings of yours, they have no place
Out in society
You have to save face
No matter the cost or what toll it may take.
Don't look at me like I've got you vexed.
We are the grown-ups
And we know what's best
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