glue down the edges of the wig over line everything that is too small hide everything that is too big dress myself up like a doll prance around like a drunken mess dance around to try and make rent ****** you would think on the brink you would think but after the drink and the spotlight i have no doubt in my mind, this is life they call me many names, a man of many faiths or faces but never peep any laces corset underneath this slip dress another j to smoke away stress pennies never my worries i will be provided for surely i am doing my work, my work is doing me i dont know who is in control is it her, him, he is it I that takes the lead after everything is off, the mirror doesnβt notice me wondering who will ever notice me