I'm not a king
And you're not a princess
And this is not the time to
Stand around, looking pretty

I'm not a kid
And you're not a baby
There's always something more to
Cry about, when you think of it
(When you think about it)

There isn't only one way to be a girl
(You can paint it how you want
And you can dress up how you want
And you can do the job you want
And you can do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it)

I'm not a saint
And you're not just a picture
And this is not the time for
You to shut your mouth, no

I'm not your boss
And you're brother's not a soldier
Whatever people tell you two
To assume, you don't have to

There's isn't only one way to be a boy
(You can paint it how you want
And you can dress up how you want
And you can do the job you want
And you can do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it)

(You can paint it how you want
And you can dress up how you want)
(And you can play with what you want
And you can do the job you want)
(And you can play with what you want
And you can do the job you want)
(And you can dress up how you want)
(And you can do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it!)

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): David Brewis, Peter Brewis