| Man’s tight vest
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| I can’t get in, can’t make a nest for myself, yeah
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| Ooh yeah yeah yeah
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| I feel like a woman
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| Yet I was born a man
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| Wish I’d been christened Valerie
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| Instead of Stan
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| In a man’s tight vest
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| I don’t fit into this world
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| I was born a boy
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| But I wish I was a girl
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| No one understands
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| In this skeptical land
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| Why I walk like a girl
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| But I talk like a man
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| Sometimes I feel like a pony
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| But my feet have ten toes not hooves
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| I have stubble on my chin
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| And a big feminine button nose
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| In a man’s tight vest
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| I don’t fit into this world
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| I was born a boy
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| But I wish I’d been a girl
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| Am I drawing you a picture?
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| A photograph for your mind
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| I’m shaped like a knocker
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| On the door of mankind
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| Bang me once or twice (bang bang bang)
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| And I’ll take off the chain (bang bang bang)
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| I answer through the crack to Stanley
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| But if you like you can call me Jane
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| I’m so terribly confused (like a swan in a wormhole)
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| Which shoes for what dress
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| I’m happy with my nails (even Jesus was jealous)
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| But my hair’s a mess
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| Bang me on the backside |
| Bang me on the chest
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| I’m a woman inside a man
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| Dirty sexy little man’s tight vest |