Black Tie

Well, it's a jungle out there
 The year 2018, I didn't think
 We'd still be sorting babies into blue and pink
 And all our progress
 Well, I wonder what it means
 That the only girls' clothes that work for me
 Turn out to be boyfriend jeans
 Well, that's fine
 'Cause I decline
 A narrow set of rules that just don't work
 'Cause these red lines
 Well, they're not mine
 And if you need me, you can find me ironing my shirt
 'Cause I'm in black tie tonight
 Get a postcard to my
 Year 11 self in a year 11 hell
 Saying everything's gonna be alright
 No, you won't grow out of it
 You will find the clothes that fit
 And the images that fucked ya
 Were a patriarchal structure
 And you never will surrender
 To a narrow view of gender
 And I swear there'll come a day (ah-ah)
 When you won't worry what they say (ah-ah)
 On the labels, on the doors
 You will figure out what's yours
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 And it's a bloody nightmare
 Tryna fight the spread of bigotry and fear
 That's uniting Piers Morgan and Germaine Greer
 And all our progress
 Yeah, I wonder who it's for
 When I dared to utter that trans lives matter, yeah
 And all I got was a TERF war
 Well, that's fine
 'Cause I decline
 Your narrow set of rules, they just don't work
 These red lines
 Well, they're not mine
 And if you need me, you can find me ironing my shirt
 'Cause I'm in black tie tonight
 Get a postcard to my
 Year 11 self in a year 11 hell
 Saying everything's gonna be alright
 No, you won't grow out of it
 You will find the clothes that fit
 And the images that fucked ya
 Were a patriarchal structure
 And you never will surrender
 To a narrow view of gender
 And I swear there'll come a day (ah-ah)
 When you won't worry what they say (ah-ah)
 On the labels, on the doors
 You will figure out what's yours
 You will figure out what's yours
 And that it's got
 Nothing to do with fitting neatly in a box
 That was constructed to make it seem
 Like people come in just two teams
 And anything that's in between ain't good enough
 And you will love
 And you'll be loved
 And you're in black tie tonight
 Get a postcard to my
 Year 11 self in a year 11 hell
 Darling, everything's gonna be alright
 No, you won't grow out of it
 You will find the clothes that fit
 And the images that fucked ya
 Were a patriarchal structure
 No, you never will surrender
 To that narrow view of gender
 And there's folks you've yet to meet (ah-ah)
 But you're exactly up their street (ah-ah)
 And they've been waiting just as long
 To hear someone sing this song
 And better days are on their way (ah-ah)
 When it won't matter what they say (ah-ah)
 On the labels, on the doors
 You will figure out what's yours
 And girl, you're gonna be so happy
 And girl, you're gonna be just fine
 And girl, you're gonna be so happy
 Down the line, down the line