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My mum and I we live alone |
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A great apartment is our home |
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In Fairhome Towers |
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I have to keep me company |
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Two dogs, a cat, a parakeet |
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Some plants and flowers |
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I help my mother with the chores |
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I wash, she dries, I do the floors |
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We work together |
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I shop and cook and sow a bit |
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Though mum does too I must admit |
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I do it better |
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At night I work in a strange bar |
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Impersonating every star |
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I'm quite deceiving |
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The customers come in with doubt |
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And wonder what I'm all about |
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But leave believing |
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I do a very special show |
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Where I am nude from head to toe |
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After stripteasing |
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Each night the men look so surprised |
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I change my sex before their eyes |
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Tell me if you can |
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What makes a man a man |
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At three o'clock or so I meet |
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With friends to have a bite to eat |
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And conversation |
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We love to empty out our hearts |
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With every subject from the arts |
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To liberation |
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We love to pull apart someone |
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And spread some gossip just for fun |
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Or start a rumor |
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We let our hair down, so to speak |
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And mock ourselves with tongue-in-cheek |
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And inside humor |
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So many times we have to pay |
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For having fun and being gay |
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It's not amusing |
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There's always those that spoil our games |
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By finding fault and calling names |
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Always accusing |
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They draw attention to themselves |
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At the expense of someone else |
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It's so confusing |
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Yet they make fun of how I talk |
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And imitate the way I walk |
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Tell me if you can |
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What makes a man a man |
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My masquerade comes to an end |
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And I go home to bed again |
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Alone and friendless |
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I close my eyes, I think of him |
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I fantasize what might have been |
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My dreams are endless |
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We love each other but it seems |
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The love is only in my dreams |
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It's so one sided |
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But in this life I must confess |
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The search for love and happiness |
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Is unrequited |
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I ask myself what I have got |
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Of what I am and what I'm not |
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What have I given |
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The answers come from those who make |
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The rules that some of us must break |
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Just to keep living |
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I know my life is not a crime |
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I'm just a victim of my time |
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I stand defenseless |
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Nobody has the right to be |
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The judge of what is right for me |
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Tell me if you can |
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What make a man a man |
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Tell me if you can |
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Tell me if you can |
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Tell me if you can |
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What makes a man a man |
