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 they won't say anything,
You don't get to choose who you fall in love with,
You can't pretend you're straight to be a good Muslim girl,
When no force fed me,
a marriage can't lock your world,
Cause Britain's still not crap,
overrun right across your face,
Cause love don't care about the politics of disgrace,
She can check out the boxes,
seem like her dream,
But that don't mean anything,
Cause like fido, said foxes, cookies and cream,
Don't make you go ding ding ding,
You don't get to choose,
who you're falling in love with,
You don't get to choose,
who you're falling in love with,
Now you don't need to choose