It's getting better
When you try
Your hands are tied
Your clothes are stuck in the sleeves
Your collar is a frock
You've just jumped through time
Either you're a cross-dresser or Thomas Edison
You must be someone
Somebody's son
Instead, you've been disowned
They have changed the approach to treating the young
How about you colour the town
You fabulous woman
Doesn't matter if you're gay or lesbian
You'll never be alone