What’s my stereotype, who need I be?
There is no such absurd notion as stereotypical me.
Call me a jock, for my skill at sports
Or maybe an it-girl, for being fashion forward.
I could be a nerd, for my smarts and straight-A’s
But never myself, that’s cheating the game.
But what if isn’t? What if I can win?
By being myself, they’ll know again
I can’t fit in a box, everyone will see
That I’ll do just fine
Being stereotypical me.