I walked the streets as well I could, I really tried my best
In conversation character, especially the way I dress
But it's hard you see, as young a man, to actually convince
Folks just clearly saw a queen, pretending to be prince
A prince takes him to battleground, a tribal sword and scar
Queen remains behind the scenes, an hidden crown and bar
So come on girls, unleash your curls, don't be feeling sad
Get the feeling swinging from your hip bones to your back
We're better than the legs and skirt
Your boyfriend wants to shout
I'm sticking on my high heels, some lippy from my back
I've had enough of compromise, I'm going back to drag
Those trips on London underground, those bloody dangerous nights
The days of booze and subterfuge, of lattice in our tights
Our makeup ran much faster than their prejudice inhaled
Took us up the escalator, vaulting over gate
Boy, they really wanted me, and boy, I really ran
Boy, that was the only time this girl outran a man
So come on girls, unleash your curls, don't be feeling sad
Get the feeling swinging from your hip bones to your back
We're better than the legs and skirt
Your boyfriend wants to shout
I'm sticking on my high heels, some lippy from my back
I've had enough of compromise, I'm going back to drag
It's true that we could lose contact
When the culture came through
We're better than the legs and skirt
The days of booze and skirt

We're better than the legs and skirt
We're ballin' in scoochy sandals
We're goin' back to drag
The straight one's treated you as a freak
The freak like someone's dad
I've had enough of walkin' straight
I'm staggerin' back to drag