Like the Boys

Had a dream about the politician's son

In it, I was watching him come undone

Saw myself a teenager again

"Who's your daddy?" I was asking him

He drove fast and made me scared

Then laid me down and pulled my hair

So Americana, dishwater blonde

So symbolic, if I thought it all

They had something I won't ever get

But I kept chasing it, waking up in their beds

I like the boys like the boys like to shoot their guns

Something I can hold in my hand, pretending to be someone

Gotta hang on tight when you find a good man

He can go anywhere he can

This full white T-shirt in my hand

Souvenirs of a better plan

I was just a kid and I had no choice

It arrived without my knowing

Now I'm just a body when I'm with the boys

When I'm with the boys

They had something I won't ever get

But I kept chasing it, waking up in their beds

I like the boys like the boys like to shoot their guns

Something I can hold in my hand, pretending to be someone

Thought I could be a symbol

And you could be my savior

I'm the first mate on your big boat

Yelling, "Hey, sailor!"

My ever-crummy underwear

Flower in my hair

I thought I was one of them

But I was just standing there