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 Chicago,
the back sales seem like a dream,
But that don't mean anything,
You don't get to choose,
who you fall in love with,
You can't pretend you're straight,
be a good Muslim girl,
When no foes fed me,
a marriage can't lock your word,
Just read the seal and that crap will run right across your face,
Cause love don't care about the politics of the streets,
She can check all the boxes,
seem like a dream,
But that don't mean anything,
Cause I feed dogs and foxes cookies and cream,
Who you fall in love with,
you don't get to choose,
Who you fall in love with,
you,
don't get to choose