Obstacle in my head
Perhaps perception has lapsed
In my bed tossing and turning
Longing and yearning
What is it exactly you expect from me?
And oh so quietly I speak
I race in a hurry
To put on my face
A bit of tragique
Now I can say I am beautiful
I am no longer ugly
I'm a woman - a Trans
A goddess
That likes to threaten everyone
With pistols and shit
Try to hijack my pearls girl
I'll be beating you with your mom that bitch