American Queers

The paint on my lips is a blood red
We're teeming with life but we're all dead
We write on the walls, Dance in the street
We kick our heels on the concrete

And my skirt's too short
My wig's too long
We don't ever feel like we belong
We belong

American, We're American Queers

We hold our breath out in the street
We hold our hands in the backseat
Kiss my lips, and touch me
Teach me to learn how to be free

And my chest is bound
My ass is round
We are the lost that can never be found
Never be found

American, We're American
Queers
American, We're American
Queers
American, American Queers



Credits
Writer(s): Ellie Kim
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