LABELS

Why do those who do not know, want to judge and label me so?
If you like this you must be that, if you like that you must be this.
I don't like one thing or another, for most people I could not bother;
but when I see, what I like, it doesn't matter, what's their type.

If they're a girl, that is nice, if they're a boy, sheer delight.
I end up liking more and more, the boys I simply do adore;
but not all, you're surprised to know, I am a fussy so and so.
The girls they leave me with a smile, as I dance with boys awhile.

And given that I meet my peers, obsessed with boys in underwear.
Bulging chests and hairy legs, pornography and sexy ass.
It's crass to me the things they see, I love to watch a smile or three,
for beauty is lost in ecstasy, a normal girl or boy for me.

I like, who I like, and no more, I am just me, I keep no score.

GAY? BI?

G'bye.