Out of the vessels we crawl,
the lipstick running through our veins.

Only in our heels, we stand tall.

Only in our leather, there’s no pain.

Still, we continue to question

Were we Born This Way?

Only in the spotlight

our smiles truly shine.

We’re just a couple of bad kids

looking to survive.
This showbiz is our heart and soul

without it, we would die.

Our clothes and shoes,

they live and breathe,

our lipstick has a soul.

We’re as real as the

multitude of wigs we bear,

as genuine as the clothes we wear.
So I ask,

Were we Born This Way?

We cry together.

People just don’t see

the sincerity of our souls,

we just wanna be free.

but

Were we Born This Way?

You hold us close

and sing us lullabies

of bubble dreams.

You tell us that we can be free,

that we can be cool on these New York streets.

You make us brave and say

Baby, we were Born This Way.