I learned a second language just to tell you
Once and for all that culture can be a costume
You just have to wear the clothes they give you in their own country
I'll be a white saviour and save them all
From the masters tools my ancestors created
I'll smash them all by choosing to post
Never again on Instagram, I'll never use Threads
I'll lament daily on Weixin, Douyin and the Little Book Red
Because if I shout in Chinese long enough
They'll throw me in a dirty cell
Call me a traitor, well who could blame them?
I never did it for the fortune, glory or fame
I just wanted to be a footnote on page six
Of the digital edition of The Age
Written by their asian affairs expert
The horror of solitude will sting
As my life is misrepresented by a comms graduate
Who still pronounces the city Nanking
Fourth - I CAN PRONOUNCE XIU XIU CORRECTLY YOU POSER Lyrics
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I learned a second language just to tell you
Once and for all that culture can be a costume
You just have to wear the clothes they give you in their own country
I'll be a white saviour and save them all
From the masters tools my ancestors created
I'll smash them all by choosing to post
Never again on Instagram, I'll never use Threads
I'll lament daily on Weixin, Douyin and the Little Book Red
Because if I shout in Chinese long enough
They'll throw me in a dirty cell
Call me a traitor, well who could blame them?
I never did it for the fortune, glory or fame
I just wanted to be a footnote on page six
Of the digital edition of The Age
Written by their asian affairs expert
The horror of solitude will sting
As my life is misrepresented by a comms graduate
Who still pronounces the city Nanking
Once and for all that culture can be a costume
You just have to wear the clothes they give you in their own country
I'll be a white saviour and save them all
From the masters tools my ancestors created
I'll smash them all by choosing to post
Never again on Instagram, I'll never use Threads
I'll lament daily on Weixin, Douyin and the Little Book Red
Because if I shout in Chinese long enough
They'll throw me in a dirty cell
Call me a traitor, well who could blame them?
I never did it for the fortune, glory or fame
I just wanted to be a footnote on page six
Of the digital edition of The Age
Written by their asian affairs expert
The horror of solitude will sting
As my life is misrepresented by a comms graduate
Who still pronounces the city Nanking
Writer: Bartholomew Heeren
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid