Like the Boys

Had a dream about the politician's son
In it, I was watching him come undone
Saw myself a teenager again
"Who's your daddy?" I was asking him

He drove fast and made me scared
Then laid me down and pulled my hair
So Americana, dishwater blonde
So symbolic, if I thought it all

They had something I won't ever get
But I kept chasing it, waking up in their beds
I like the boys like the boys like to shoot their guns
Something I can hold in my hand, pretending to be someone

Gotta hang on tight when you find a good man
He can go anywhere he can
This full white T-shirt in my hand
Souvenirs of a better plan

I was just a kid and I had no choice
It arrived without my knowing
Now I'm just a body when I'm with the boys
When I'm with the boys

They had something I won't ever get
But I kept chasing it, waking up in their beds
I like the boys like the boys like to shoot their guns
Something I can hold in my hand, pretending to be someone

Thought I could be a symbol
And you could be my savior
I'm the first mate on your big boat
Yelling, "Hey, sailor!"
My ever-crummy underwear
Flower in my hair
I thought I was one of them
But I was just standing there