Says he likes his weather cold, I like it hot
And he's voting straight down the party line
Always says I dress too bold and I talk a lot
What he claimed was wrong I claimed was right
Am I the girl version of the boy who won't stop playing rough?
Lately now, I'm silent a lot like you
Oh, it's funny how I just realized I'm woven a lot like you
I can parry myself only for so long Then it's time to grace and look around
He's a man they'll have and hold up when he's gone,
for the truth he's planted in the ground
Is he the boy version of the girl who wants him now to know?
Lately now, I'm honest a lot like you
Yes, it's funny how I'v erealized I'm woven a lot like you
Your child has got your eyes, and straight in the mirror
she stares at her father and wonders if he sees it too