Boys Who Want to Be Girls by The Weepies Lyrics
Standing on a corner
Watching all the girls go by
I think they were girls
Standing on a corner
Kinda makes you wonder why
Boys'd be girls
Boys who want to be girls
Live for another world
Boys who want to be girls
Live so hard
Live hard dreams
And who can say what brings another joy
I used to want to be a boy
Standing on a corner
Watching all the girls go by
I give 'em a smile
Standing on a corner
A vision in a sequin tie
Dreams take a while
Boys who want to be girls
Live for another world
Boys who want to be girls
Live so hard
Live hard dreams
And who can say what brings another joy
I used to want to be a boy
Señorita, glad to meet ya
Did your daddy treat you mean?
I know what you mean
Oh, chiquita
It kinda makes me weep to see ya
Livin' a dream
In high-heeled shoes
And pinks and blues
So blue
Standing on a corner
Watching all the girls go by
I think they were girls
Boys who want to be girls
Live for another world
Boys who want to be girls
Live so hard
Live hard dreams
And who can say what brings another joy
I used to want to be a boy
Watching all the girls go by
I think they were girls
Standing on a corner
Kinda makes you wonder why
Boys'd be girls
Boys who want to be girls
Live for another world
Boys who want to be girls
Live so hard
Live hard dreams
And who can say what brings another joy
I used to want to be a boy
Standing on a corner
Watching all the girls go by
I give 'em a smile
Standing on a corner
A vision in a sequin tie
Dreams take a while
Boys who want to be girls
Live for another world
Boys who want to be girls
Live so hard
Live hard dreams
And who can say what brings another joy
I used to want to be a boy
Señorita, glad to meet ya
Did your daddy treat you mean?
I know what you mean
Oh, chiquita
It kinda makes me weep to see ya
Livin' a dream
In high-heeled shoes
And pinks and blues
So blue
Standing on a corner
Watching all the girls go by
I think they were girls
Boys who want to be girls
Live for another world
Boys who want to be girls
Live so hard
Live hard dreams
And who can say what brings another joy
I used to want to be a boy