"found on internet"
I'm glad to be a Drag Queen, of that I am so proud.
I'm altogether bitchy, annoying and so loud.
I squeeze in tiny jeans that are three sizes small.
I've never had a credit card, but they love me at the mall.
Never will I eat with make up on my face,
And always always near to me, you'll find my makeup case.
It simply takes me hours to properly fix my hair,
And when I use the bathroom, people always stare.
And when I hit the dance floor, and my boobs start drifting low,
Some kindly man will help me, with hands just slightly slow.
I have such intuition, but I'm forever getting lost.
I shirk the household duties, I leave them for the boss.
And when she say to do them, I smile and give a toss,
I tell her that her girlfriend just called to say piss off.
I'm proud to be a Drag Queen, I'm proud to be a tart,
I love to have you watch me, no matter where you part.
I'm gay, I'm queer and gorgeous, and women stare and stew,
But always, remember lover, I'm too much man for you.