De voorkant

When a boy is born, his body’s all set up
Everything just needs to grow, a bit of hair here and there
When a girl is born, it’s a trickier case
No one can tell her how her front side will take shape

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Round or pointy, big or small
That’ll be a surprise after all
Just as much as Beatrix
Or maybe not much at all
Ah, time will have to teach
If it’s like apples or pears

When you get called in class, standing up at the board
You see the boys peeking, wondering if it’s starting to show
At night you look in the mirror, feeling so unsure
You almost shout: "One, two, three, four, is there more in store?"

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When the time comes, you’ll think, sooner or later
That you’re living with totally wrong breasts
No matter how they turned out, you think something’s off
Until someone’s found who thinks they’re beautiful and gives them a soft touch

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Ah, time will have to teach
If it’s like apples or pears