Excuse me dear for acting queer It was a fate I was triumphantly born with Through shadows and lies I prefer his thighs To those my mother bore birth did give Some stubble Man trouble A daily not monthly cause of my mood Rainbows shining My love is not hiding The chemists for Veet to rub me down smooth I can still rub shoulders with the best of men Down my local where they suspect I change gone ten But I do love a cocktail after a few cheeky beers It's just the way I am ***, all this, hiden show Go let it out!