why does every boy on the street have something to tell me why does every boy on the street have something to say why does every man in a suit have something to sell me and what would i give just to make them all go away cause i m a big bad sissy and i m gonna make you listen when i sing cause i m a big bad sissy and i m gonna make you listen when i sing and who would i be if they never had taken my body drawn a blue box around it and put a toy gun in my hand would i get such a thrill out of being so girly and naughty would i be so determined to be anything but a man now i m a big bad sissy and i m gonna make you listen when i sing cause i m a big bad sissy and i m gonna make you listen when i sing in boots and my favorite dress on the way back from the bar i forgot how to shut up so i shouted back into the window of a passing car i m beautiful and you can t take it i m heavenly and you can t deal roll your window up and keep on driving hit me up when you know how to feel
['queercore']