A Match Made in Texas

He's toeing the line
He's gender defined
It's the magic of America, we're always so American
The truth of it is
That he just wants to kiss
That boy that she's talking to
The one that seems to own the room
The way that he dances
The touch of his hands
And the unapologetic way
His tiny clothes stick to his frame
With blood alcohol
And the drugs in the stall
He feels like he's getting weak
He grabs his coat and starts to leave
With one look back
He accepts the fact
It's the magic of America, we're always so American

She's toeing the line
She's gendered defined
It's the magic of America, we're always so American
If she had her way
She would know what to say
To that girl that comes into her store
By herself but not alone
It's her confident charm
And the curve of her arms
That tightly bends her circuitry
Into a twisted mess of interesting
The girl's outside
And she offers a ride
But she says, "I think I'll take my bike
It is such a lovely night"
With one look back
She accepts the fact
It's the magic of America we're always so American

By some off chance
They both crossed paths
And found a certain ratio that pleased them both and made them whole
He likes wearing her clothes
She likes watching him dress
And through all this back and forth
Grew a certain innocence
He's not a boy
And she's not a girl
Just two individuals who made their place inside this world They're destroying the line
It's gender refined
It's the battle for America

Both of them American