A boy once said
That I'd look good in Marigolds.
Did it cross his mind,
The bruises he was leaving behind?
On my way far away on a bus to the station
Risk a little education
On the ways of the world
From a stranger sitting next to me.
[Chorus]
Is it the clothes I wear? The tight blue denim?
Tell me what I did wrong!
It's always he said she said.
You tell your sons
"stop crying like a little girl".
And your daughters they know
Their power's in their glitter and curls.
Drift away while I wait for a change in the station
Playing with my reputation.
Slip away from the world
And chase me dreaming.
[Chorus]
Is it the clothes I wear? The tight blue denim?
Tell me what I did wrong!
It's always he said she said.
And though you see it there in colour vision
This isn't what I want,
It's always he said she said.
It's always.
Why is it always he said she said.
It's always.
Is it the clothes I wear? The tight blue denim?
Tell me what I did wrong and on and on and on and on.
(Risk a little education)
This isn't what I want and on and on and on and on.
(Risk a little education)
Tell me what I did wrong on and on and on and on and on.
(It's always he said she said)
This isn't what I want and on and on and on and on.
(Stop crying like a little girl)