“Black tie”

Song by Grace Petrie with excellent lyrics, “Black Tie”:

“ 

Well, it’s a jungle out there

The year 2018, I didn’t think

We’d still be sorting babies into blue and pink

And all our progress

Well, I wonder what it means

That the only girls’ clothes that work for me

Turn out to be boyfriend jeans

Well, that’s fine

‘Cause I decline

A narrow set of rules that just don’t work

‘Cause these red lines

They’re not mine

And if you need me you can find me ironing my shirt

‘Cause I’m in black tie tonight

Get a postcard to my

Year 11 self

In a Year 11 hell

Saying everything’s gonna be alright

No, you won’t grow out of it

You will find clothes that fit

And the images that fucked ya

Were a patriarchal structure

And you never will surrender

To a narrow view of gender

And I swear there’ll come a day

When you won’t worry what they say

On the labels, on the doors

You will figure out what’s yours

And it’s a bloody nightmare

Trying to fight the spread of bigotry and fear

That’s uniting Piers Morgan and Germaine Greer

And all our progress

Yeah, I wonder who it’s for

When I dared to utter that trans lives matter, yeah

And all I got was a TERF war

Well, that’s fine

‘Cause I decline

Your narrow set of rules, they just don’t work

These red lines

They’re not mine

And if you need me you can find me ironing my shirt

‘Cause I’m in black tie tonight

Get a postcard to my

Year 11 self

In a Year 11 hell

Saying everything’s gonna be alright

No, you won’t grow out of it

You will find clothes that fit

And the images that fucked ya

Were a patriarchal structure

And you never will surrender

To a narrow view of gender

And I swear there’ll come a day

When you won’t worry what they say

On the labels, on the doors

You will figure out what’s yours

You will figure out what’s yours

And that it’s got

Nothing to do with fitting neatly in a box

That was constructed to make it seem

Like people come in just two teams

And anything that’s in between ain’t good enough

And you will love

And you’ll be loved

And you’re in black tie tonight

Get a postcard to my

Year 11 self

In a Year 11 hell

Darling, everything’s gonna be alright

No, you won’t grow out of it

You will find clothes that fit

And the images that fucked ya

Were a patriarchal structure

No, you never will surrender

To that narrow view of gender

And there’s folks you’ve yet to meet

But you’re exactly up their street

And they’ve been waiting just as long

To hear someone sing this song

And better days are one their way

When it won’t matter what they say

On the labels, on the doors

You will figure out what’s yours

And girl, you’re gonna be so happy

And girl, you’re gonna be just fine

And girl, you’re gonna be so happy

Down the line, down the line

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