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Marc Almond - What Makes A Man

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My mum and I we live alone

A great apartment is our home

In Fair Home Towers

I have to keep me company

Two cats, a dog, a parakeet

Some plants and flowers

I help my mother do the chores

I wash, she dries I do the floors

We work together

I shop and cook and sew a bit

Though mum does too I must admit

I do it better



At night I work at a strange bar

Impersonating every star

I'm quite deceiving

The customers come in with doubt

And wonder what I'm all about

But leave believing

I do a very special show

Where I am nude from head to toe

After strip teasing

Each night the men look so surprised

I change my sex before their eyes



Tell me if you can

What make a man a man?



At three o'clock or so I meet

With friends to have a bite to eat

And conversation

We love to empty out our hearts

On every subject from the arts

To liberation

We love to pull apart someone

Or spread some gossip just for fun

Or start a rumor

We let our hair down so to speak

And mark ourselves with tongue in cheek

And inside humour



So many times we have to pay

For having fun and being gay

It's not amusing

There's always those who spoil our games

By finding fault and calling names

Always accusing

They draw attention to themselves

At the expense of someone else

It's so confusing

Yet they make fun of how I walk

And imitate the way I talk



Tell me if you can

What makes a man a man?



My masquerade come to an end

When I go home to bed again

Alone and friendless

I shut my eyes I think of him

I fantasize what might have been

My dreams are endless

We love each other but it seems

The love lives only in my dreams

It's so one-sided

But in this life I must confess

The search for love and happiness

Is unrequited



I ask myself what have I got

And what I am and what I'm not

What am I giving

The answers come from those who make

The rules that some of us must break

Just to keep living

I know my life is not a crime

I'm just a victim of my time

I stand defenseless

Nobody has the right to be

The judge of what is right for me



Tell me if you can

What makes a man a man?