People aren’t as kool as the things they leave behind I’m not broken-hearted. Sometimes I wear her scarves on my head Impressions improve with the passing of time I don’t really miss her. Sometimes I wear her mink furs
Cross Dresser
I was just a fool in love…
And sparked a counter culture
Donned the make-up after the break up
Cross Dresser
Wanted to disguise the hurt…
Wound up blending gender
But I got to know her better
Through her high heels and her skirts
I can’t re-invent those magic moments
But I can make believe
Like the babies who dress up as ghosts on Halloween “Drag Queen,…” they ask me, “is it for shock or comedy?…
Or, are you expressing your sexual preference?”
Cross Dresser
I was just a fool in love…
And sparked a counter culture
Now I’m covered in wigs and motives
Cross Dresser
Maybe I can be a woman saint…
She’ll kneel to me and pray
I’ll reveal to her that her true healer is a Cross Dresser
Notre separation me rend triste, mais je suis heureux de t’avoir connu et d’avoir pu apprecier ton elegance
Notre amour n’eut-il d’autre fin que de me sauvegarder de l’horrible mode actuelle