In the middle of the night she struts around.

A yellow taxi to the heart of downtown.

Black stockings and a cocktail-dress.

Purple eyeshadow.

It's so hard for her to meet a man,

with a secret they won't understand.

Her emotions are much deeper than...

the underground freakshow.

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Now if a man feels like a woman,

does that make him less a man,

if he hides the truth inside his painted hands?

No esta una chica.

Un Chico Un chico.

No esta una chica.

Un Chico Un chico, claro.

After hours under candlelight,

she pulled a vision in a suit and tie.

Masculine with a willing smile,

they went home together.

You know I'm different than you think I am.

He leaned over by the bedside stand.

The suit and tie had a gun in his hand.

An affair to remember...

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