Shorts

I put my legs
In some shorts
It feels good this time of year
It should be cold
But it's not
I kinda hate it here
But holy smokes do you see my outfit
Every year
I just get better and better
I kinda love it here

I used to think about my thighs
How they scrape
Used to hate my girly arms
Now l think that they look great
Now l hate my boyish charm
Used to starve like Daniil Kharms
Used to be cause for alarm
Now l'm sitting on the lawn
In some shorts

I put my legs
In some shorts
It feels good this time of year
It should be cold
But it's not
I kinda hate it here
But holy smokes do you see my outfit
Every year
I just get better and better
I kinda love it here

And now l think about my hips
How they sway
I feel like Dubuffet
With my thighs brut every day
Everyday drunk on wine
Sugar high and feeling fine
Dancing like my body's mine
Dancing but not keeping time
In some shorts

I put my legs
In some shorts
It feels good this time of year
It should be cold
But it's not
I kinda hate it here
But holy smokes do you see my outfit
Every year
I just get better and better
I kinda love it here