Dancing In Tutu
I dance around in my pink tutu
But only in my room
Only in my room I am a pretty little girl
A little girl everyone loves to see
as I dance with such grace and beauty in my pink tutu
But only in my room
When I step out I wear the darkest of colors
Oversized clothing, I look like my brother
I scrap my knee, grab my crotch, and fight
I'm the roughest and the toughest
I do this until its night
As I bathe all the dirt away
I think and I cry as I wash the lies away
Because I know what no one else does to be true
Once I get back into my room I'll dance around in my pink tutu
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