Текст песни Boy Dontcha Know - Joan Osborne

She sees them out on the street in the mornin′
The hard legs in the slim headwalk
When they look down, there's no blood in the water
And people listen to them when they talk

She′d rather be a boy, dontcha know
She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know
She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know
She′d rather be a boy, dontcha know

She′d like to get something off her chest
She knows that time isn't on her side
They told her she gets to have it all
A pretty story but she knows they lied, lied

She′d rather be a boy, dontcha know
She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know
She′d rather be a boy, dontcha know
She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know

Just as the ghost of Miss Monroe
Be the best in the world and have nothin′ to show
Be a meal for the wolves or a rich man's prize
Peak around that door, see their hunger in their eyes
Well, it comes as no surprise

And when she's lookin′ good, so good, mighty good
She feels a target on her back
And if she doesn′t try to soothe your ego
She stands accused of a mood so black, so black

She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know
She′d rather be a boy, dontcha know
She'd rather be a boy, dontcha know
She′d rather be a boy, dontcha know

Oh she'd much rather be a boy, dontcha know
Oh yes, she′d rather be a boy, dontcha know
Well, she'd rather be a boy, dontcha know
Oh, she'd much rather be a boy, dontcha know
Dontcha know, dontcha know

Well, she′d rather be a-
She′d rather, she'd rather
She′d rather, she'd rather
She′d rather be a little boy, dontcha know
She'd rather, she′d rather
She'd rather, she'd rather
Boy, dontcha know