Lyrics Christine And The Queens – IT
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With iT
I become the death Dickinson feared
With iT
I’m the red amiral on his ship
And I raise
Wet infans for my coronation
I’ll rule over my all my dead impersonations
Wet infans for my coronation
I’ll rule over my all my dead impersonations
I’ve got iT
I’m a man now
And I won’t let you steal iT
I bought iT for myself
I’m a man now
I hit
The Bird-dogs who are pulling my hair
Because
Their teeth should ravage a golden beard
I’ve lost
Some eyeless friends whose blood runs cold
My new people
On silent heels pretends to be old
Cause I won
I’m a man now
Cause I’ve got iT
I’m a man now
And I won’t let you steal iT
I bought it for myself
I’m a man now
Oh lord
She wants to be a man
But she lies
She wants to be born again
But she’ll lose
She draws her own crotch by herself
But she’ll lose because it’s a fake
It’s a fake, it’s a fake, it’s a fake
But she’ll lose
She draws her own crotch by herself
But she’ll lose because it’s a fake
It’s a fake, it’s a fake, it’s a fake
No ! I’ve got iT
I’m a man now
And there’s nothing you can do to make me change my mind
I’m a man now
She’s a man now
And there’s nothing we can do to make her change her mind
She’s a man now