Had this song stuck in my head this afternoon. It was fun to sing along and dance to around the house. Totally embarrassed my kids (I didn’t, they’re used to this from me. I think they think it’s weird if I’m not flopping myself about like a manic puppet on PHP) by just dancing so very dorky pretending I’m the lead singer.
Since I’m just one of the guys, in my mind. But by my body and face, I’m a girl, a woman. I’m a woman, although I don’t think I’m very feminine.
I remember last year lamenting the inability to change my face so I may fit in with people. Not that I am disfigured or displeasing. I am just always the same and never anything else.
So my friend, I agree. Girls like that (the otherkin, the ones that are over there), girls like that don’t go for guys like us. Cause you and I are so much alike, we’re unlike the rest of this world. Heck, guys like us don’t even know how to strike a friendship with someone or anyone, so long as they have genitals, we’ll make it awkward. One that is without any creep which may be held as a striker quality.
Custard – Girls like that
Girls like that / Girls like that don’t go for guys like us / I still want to see the facts / But this time she’s serious / She says there’s too too many worlds / Too many worlds wrapped up in science fiction / Tiny boys and tiny girls / I may well live to regret this in the morning / For I am considering, a move to South America / To keep on lookin’ for that lovin’ feelin’ / I’ll keep on lookin’ for that lovin’ feelin’ / All of the chemists and witch doctors they know / What I’ll never ever know