In the Wrong House

At night I dream of frogs and princesses. How I would love to wear pastel bright dresses Dolls and skipping do me enthral Soccer does nothing for me at all That's when I'm called a big girl's blouse That's when deep inside I feel like a louse Quietly chatting to girls instead of the boys Who love rough and tumble and make loads of noise Such moments define my true gender I hate it when the boys call me a bender Why can't they leave us to our own choice of roles instead of forcing us into rigid moulds? There must be girls who yearn to be male I for my part would wish them all well.