You see me as a curiosity,
As an oddity- no man
You would associate with
(Except perhaps in science).
A male without libido,
Lacking lust and taste for drink.
It is curious, most curious
Then, I suppose, to look
Within a mirror. To see
The paint on your face
To make yourself feel pretty;
The skirt above your hips
To get the men to look;
The tan you got in a tube
So you could wear gay colors;
The heels you wear, stilettos,
To push out your body's highlights.
Which one of us it the toy?
Which one of us looks pretty
And is naught but plastic within?
As an oddity- no man
You would associate with
(Except perhaps in science).
A male without libido,
Lacking lust and taste for drink.
It is curious, most curious
Then, I suppose, to look
Within a mirror. To see
The paint on your face
To make yourself feel pretty;
The skirt above your hips
To get the men to look;
The tan you got in a tube
So you could wear gay colors;
The heels you wear, stilettos,
To push out your body's highlights.
Which one of us it the toy?
Which one of us looks pretty
And is naught but plastic within?
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