Choose your shirt,
fix your hair how you want,
You can run your game,
select the best restaurant,
You can wear that skirt or put on your favorite jeans,
But there's just one thing you cannot pick between,
Deacon's Chicago,
the box sales seem like a dream,
But that told me anything,
You don't get to choose who you fall in love with,
Who you fall in love with,
you don't get the truth,
You can't pretend you're straight to be a good Muslim girl,
When no force fed maid,
a marriage can't like your word,
Cause Britain's still not crap,
I could run right across your face,
Cause love don't care about the politics of the streets,
She can check all the boxes,
seem like her dream,
But that don't mean anything,
Cause like fiddle, said foxes, cookies and cream,
Don't make it go ding ding ding,
You don't get to choose,
Who you fall in love with,
you don't get the truth,
Who you fall in love with,
you don't get the truth,
Who you fall in love with,
You don't get the truth,
Who you fall in love with, no,
You don't get the truth