Born a Girl

Do I look good for you tonight? Will you accuse me as I hide Behind these layers of disguise In the mirrors of my own happiness? I've loved the freedom of being inside Need a new start and a different time Something grows in the space between me And it's twisting and changing this fragile body And I wish I had been born a girl instead of what I am Yes I wish I had been born a girl and not this mess of a man And not this mess of a man And not this mess of a man The censorship of my skin Is screaming inside and from within There's no room in this world for a girl like me No place around there where I fit in And I wish I had been born a girl instead of what I am Yes I wish I had been born a girl and not this mess of a man And not this mess of a man And not this mess of a man And not this mess of a man And not this mess of a man Ooh --- Born a Girl - Manic Street Preachers