Just the way I am

If I fantasized

Discontent with who I am

If I cut my hair and changed my name

And called myself a man

Well, I guess all I can say is

I just wouldn’t quite be me

I’d be Helena in a masquerade

Playing games of make believe

It wouldn’t satisfy my longings

Change my worth or give me joy

I have not the natural character

That belongs, alone, to boys

I could spend my time in idle dreams

Wishing to be someone new

But things are ordered as they are

That’s the good old fashioned truth

You see

I’m head over heels in love with life

I have all that I need

And while boys are wonderful, I’ll have to leave them be

For I’m busy being lady-like-original-old me.