Danielle Ate the Sandwich is comprised of a guitar and ukulele wielding 20-something year old girl. Based out of Fort Collins, CO, Danielle draws inspiration for her songs from her personal experiences and observations. She usually records her songs in the kitchen of her apartment.
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
The song is just C-Em over and over again CEm born in the wrong body he waits CEm born in the wrong body he ties his shoes before he goes to work CEm born in the wrong body he straightens his tie after his lunch break CEm born in the wrong body he's felt this way sense second grade oh...
And it continues as so
born in the wrong body he stalls born in the wrong body he races to change before they open the door born in the wrong body he screams out inside his own throat born in the wrong body he's wearing women's underwear under that trench coat
it feels good and that's alright but things that i take for granted he wish he's for in the middle deep dark night in the spring flowers turn their leaves
when we're born doctors seperate our tummies from our mothers and from that point on it's not the same
born in the wrong body he swerves born in the wrong body he bleeds the blood of the man he never was born in the wrong body he seems exposed he never came to be born in the wrong body he dies
wishing he were more like me and in the fall the kids come back to school appropriatly dressed if it gets too cold the girls are pretty in their pink and the boys in blue
born in the wrong body and there's nothing left for him to do
the grocery list reads milk and eggs paper towels and longer legs broader hips and softer lips and smooth smooth smooth and smoother skin
the grocery list reads truth untold high heels and hair of marigold margerine and estrogen and smooth smooth smooth and smoother skin
one loaf of bread and don't forget the lightbulbs these things i wish i was made of milk and eggs and paper towels and pop-tarts
born in the wrong body he sighs born in the wrong body he longs for slender shoulders and hairless thighs born in the wrong body he settles as he hesitates for the life he chose born in the wrong body and noone knows