Air - Tracey Thorn, Shura

I was born a girl, only just survived

Lucky to be a girl, lucky to be alive

First breath (first breath)

All wrong (all wrong)

Here’s death, so long

I grew up a girl, then I went astray

Didn’t understand, the rules or how to play

Too tall (too tall)

All wrong (all wrong)

Big boys, headstrong

Oh, oh, oh, I need some air

I need air

I need air

I need some air

I need air

And I like the boys, the boys, the boys, the boys

I love the boys

But they like, the girly, girly, girly, girly, girls

And look straight through me

Like plate glass, like fresh air

Like i wasn’t even there

Oh, I need some air

I need air

I need air

I need some air

Oh, I need air

And I don’t care, i’ll squeeze air

I’m pretending you’re not even there

I’ll squeeze air

I’ll squeeze air

I’ll squeeze air

I’ll squeeze air, I’m don’t care

I’ll squeeze air, I’m pretending you’re not even there

And I don’t care

And I don’t care

And I don’t care

I’ll squeeze air