Traveling Kind

Ze's the traveling kind and they won't understand
The world through hir eyes and hir flexible plans
Ze wanders through genders, lovers and friends
Through space and through time, hir trip never ends

They call out to hir, say hey pretty girl
I'll plant a flag on your nationless soil
But way down below, under love's clothes
Is a parallel world that they'll just never know

Feral pheromones, hir legs rarely shaven
Hir past still a ghost, hir boundaries uneven
Ze eats from the trash and plays for hir pay
Ze doesn't have a home, ze's not here to stay

Ze learned how to fight, to scream and to bite
Hir claws are protracted when walking at night
Ze mostly sings in the gentleman's side
But if you hurt hir sisters, you'd better run and hide



Credits
Writer(s): Amelia Boksenbaum
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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