I like girls
How did this happen
I like girls
I can't explain it
Maybe it's their hair, or how they look
But I've kissed a boy in the city
I like girls
How did this happen
I like girls
I can't explain it
Maybe it's their hair, or how they look
But it's been so cool to take him on my sidecar
How can I tell this to my mom
How can I tell this at the hair salon
What will my friends think
What will my grandparents say
I like girls
How did this happen
I like girls
I can't explain it
Maybe it's their hair, or how they look
But I can't stop thinking about that boy
Where the fuck is the closet1
How do you get in there
That closet is rusty
I'm gonna break the door
I like girls
How did this happen
I like girls
I can't explain it
Maybe it's their hair, or how they look
But I spend the day browsing their Instagram
What can I do now
What if they send me to a convent
I want to kiss that boy
If they separate us I'll die
I like girls
How did this happen
I like girls
I can't explain it
Maybe it's their hair, or how they look
But I keep trembling if I see them on the street
I like girls
How did this happen
I like girls
I can't explain it
Maybe it's their hair, or how they look
But I'm in love with a stellar boy
1. Reference to the 'Estar en el armario' expression; the English equivalent is 'to be closeted'.