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 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 powers in their glitter and curls Drift away while I wait on a change in the station Playing with my reputation Slip away from the world And chase me dreaming 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 (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 This isn't what I want and on And on and on and on