It is two-thousand and nine
Barack Obama is president
And everyone says he will ruin America
But you are dressed like a cowgirl
Wearing your friend's sparkly belt
And a rhinestone jean jacket,
The boots that your cousin gave you
Your mom is scared when you steal her lipstick
And your dad does not ask you
To play on the church basketball team this year
You play with the girls
And hate yourself
For being a boy