There’s this very bold and shiny world
where want-to-be girls
dress up to accentuate their curves.
And all of us have no real issue
paying the admissions price.
Crammed and popular still,
we watch with a curious smile.
The girls look stunningly real.
It’s fun watching this crowd
“who is or isn’t”
one can’t help themself
to be touched by a tug of sympathy.
Imagine if you will,
having to travel from city to city
putting on this huge production
in order to share your exaggerated beauty.
Outwardly so sexual and real
yes, their acts were well performed
at one one point the queen emcee
asked the crowd,
“what is your sexuality?”
God forbid, if you were a straight male
the emcee had issues with us
questioning why we’d possibly be there?
Being judged by a lesbian drag queen,
oh the irony of having certain parts.
It’s sometimes a struggle to show it off,
even if, you’re born with the goods
take a chance and share with us
you’re so very popular now
all because of us in the mainstream.
Dance, drag queen, dance
just don’t judge us
in the crowd.