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Postcard

I wanna play with your race cars
I’m not a barbie doll, throw me your baseball
I wanna get on your team
And get my hands a little dirty
I heard from a little birdie that

You don't think I can take it
Or that I'm made for it
Or that I got it in my bones

So what make you think that
It’s boys only
No girls allowed
But there's no way,
You can keep us out,
You can bring us down
If I feel it burning in my core
Then I’ll take that bright little spark
And I’ll hold it, tighter in my heart,
Than all your little darts
If you say I’ll never reach the moon
I’ll send you a postcard soon…

But if he’s into fashion,
Or if he likes ballet,
Doesn't get the time of day,
Cause he’s built for the field,
But feels like his love is somewhere else,
No matter what he felt
They told him
He couldn't take it cause
He's not made for it,
He doesn't have it in his bones,

So what makes you think that
It's girls only,
No boys allowed,
But theres no way you can keep us out,
You can bring us down,
If feel it burn my core
I’ll take that bright little spark,
And I’ll hold it tighter in my heart,
Than all your little darts,
If you say I’ll never reach the moon,
I’ll send you a postcard soon.

It says “remember what you said back then,
And if I listened to you
I’ll never be were I stand,”
And I’ve proven to these shoes that
I taken on the world and back again

What make you think it's
Boys only
No girls allowed
But theres no way, you can keep us out,
You can bring us down
If I feel it burning in my core
Then I’ll take that bright little spark
And I’ll hold it, tighter in my heart,
Than all your little darts
If you say I’ll never reach the moon
I’ll send you a postcard soon…

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