Silver heels, a flowing dress I’d say I’m looking my best
But boys like blue and football too so I hide and make myself less
In my room I dance and sing and choose what’s right or left
Here I’m free and endless colours can overflow from my chest
Am I Ok? Am I Ok?
Can you fix me? Did I break?
Am I Ok? Am I Ok?
They call me names, they call me gay
Am I Ok? Am I OK?
I take in every word they say
Am I Ok? Am I Ok?
At home I sparkle, out here i'm grey
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