My mum and I we live alone
A great apartment is our home
I have to keep me company
Two dogs, a cat, a parakeet
I help my mother with the chores
I wash, she dries, I do the floors
I shop and cook and sow a bit
Though mum does too I must admit
At night I work in a strange bar
The customers come in with doubt
And wonder what I'm all about
Where I am nude from head to toe
Each night the men look so surprised
I change my sex before their eyes
At 3 o'clock or so I meet
With friends to have a bite to eat
We love to empty out our hearts
With every subject from the arts
We love to pull apart someone
And spread some gossip just for fun
We let our hair down, so to speak
And mock ourselves with tongue-in-cheek
So many times we have to pay
For having fun and being gay
There's always those that spoil our games
By finding fault and calling names
They draw attention to themselves
At the expense of someone else
Yet they make fun of how I talk
And imitate the way I walk
My masquerade comes to an end
And I go home to bed again
I close my eyes, I think of him
I fantasise what might have been
We love each other but it seems
The love is only in my dreams
But in this life I must confess
The search for love and hapiness
I ask myself what I have got
Of what I am and what I'm not
The answers come from those who make
The rules that some of us must break
I know my life is not a crime
I'm just a victim of my time
Nobody has the right to be
The judge of what is right for me
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