Vocals and guitar:
Piano instrument:
Guitar instrument:
16
They got it all wrong
No sense in prolonging this
my love comes to a head,
he’ll give us a kiss,
and then we’re off to bed
if i was a good person
everybody knows i am
i’d tell this son of a gun
his whole life is a sham
spent years under him
thinking and wondering
if His life was this grim
all this brilliance in the ring
i take aim and hold fire
guess i’m a little starstruck
i’m about to perspire
something real—its all luck
to partner with the best
of them, my equal and such
put my sex, now, to the test
it doesn’t mean that much
maybe nothing at all
hide away my shame
until the break of day
that’s when they come
to my dismay,
don’t want to think about it
take a wee little respite
fire on all cylinders
let us see, now, how you react
toot my own horn, prefers
the company of women
heterosexual knife
to stab me in the chest
can’t promise you a wife
just the slip of a tongue
mouthing out the words
a bell that, already, has rung
wake up Christian soldier
think of it like this:
salt, for now, over my shoulder
long, now, for what I miss
living life as a woman
i transition to this
Both skinny and happy
to cross my legs—
i keep my mind’s eye
halfway to my mind’s ear
then I’m here for all to see
(just my woman and me)
succumb, finally, to even song,
loving them back
they got it all wrong