Postcard
I wanna play with your race carsI'm not a Barbie doll, throw me a base ballI wanna get on your team and get my hands a little dirtyI heard from a little birdy that
You don't think I can take itOr that I'm made for itOr that I got it in my bones
So what makes you think thatIt's boys onlyNo girls allowedBut there's no wayYou can keep us outYou can't bring us downIf I feel it burning in my core thenI'll take thatBright little sparkAnd I'll hold itTighter in my heartThen all your little dartsIf you say I'll never reach the moonI'll send you a postcard soon...
And if he's into fashionOr 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 elseAnd no matter what he felt (they)
They told him he couldn't take it'Cause he's not made for itHe doesn't have it in his bones
So what makes you think thatIt's girls onlyNo boys allowedBut there's no wayYou can keep us outYou can't bring us downIf I feel it burning in my core thenI'll take thatBright little sparkAnd I'll hold itTighter in my heartThen all your little dartsIf you say I'll never reach the moonI'll send you a postcard soon...(Oh)
It says, "Remember what you said back then and if I listened to youI will never be where I stand."And I grew into these shoes thatI've takin' on the world and back again!
What makes you thinkIt's boys onlyNo girls allowedBut there's no wayYou can keep us outYou can't bring us downIf I feel it burning in my core thenI'll take thatBright little sparkAnd I'll hold itTighter in my heartThen all your little dartsIf you say I'll never reach the moonI'll send you a postcard soon...Soon
I'll send you a postcard soon...