They're not girls they're guys They're mandem in disguise
They tried it on the sly With that purple light
And their eyebrows high Like a permanent surprise
Robin Hood can fly But not these men in tights
I don't blaze I don't drink My mind is clear
I know what I think I see they're looking at me in the window They wanna take man's P
I've got no qualms with your sexuality But why are you trying to trick me
When I go home back to reality I'm gonna spread the word to the pickney