"That Dress Isn't Mine!"
People come to visit, and when they think I'm not looking,
a place in The Cross-Dresser Home they are booking
for me, because, well you see
things aren't always what they seem to be
My aunt came to stay, so I leant her my room
Little did I know my reputation it would doom,
for the nasty things that people would think
when hanging there is not a man's shirt, but a slink-y
chiffon little number; they automatically assume it's mine
But I've got news for them; chiffon's not fine
with me; I don't like that look, and anyway
IT'S NOT MY DRESS; how many times must I say
it? I'm all about construction clothes , and other manly dress,
but denying it's not enough for you, I guess!