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My Mom and I, we live alone, A grand apartment is our home In Fareholm Towers. I have, to keep me company, Two cats, a dog, a parakeet, Some plants and flowers. I help my Mother with the chores; I wash she dries; I do the floors, We work together. I shop and cook and sew a bit, Though Mom does too, I must admit I do it better. At night I work in a strange bar Impersonating ev'ry 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 end 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 makes a man a man? Round three o'clock or so I meet With friends to have a bite to eat And conversation. We talk and empty out our hearts On ev'ry subject from the arts To liberation. We love to pull apart someone And spread some gossip just for fun Or start a rumour. We let our hair down, so to speak, And mock 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 to 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 talk And imitate the way I walk. Tell me if you can What makes a man a man? My masquerade comes to an end When I go home to bed again, Alone and friendless. I close my eyes and think of him, And 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? But 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 defenceless. 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?

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My Mom and I, we live alone,
A grand apartment is our home
In Fareholm Towers.
I have, to keep me company,
Two cats, a dog, a parakeet,
Some plants and flowers.
I help my Mother with the chores;
I wash she dries; I do the floors,
We work together.
I shop and cook and sew a bit,
Though Mom does too, I must admit
I do it better.
At night I work in a strange bar
Impersonating ev'ry 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 end 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 makes a man a man?
Round three o'clock or so I meet
With friends to have a bite to eat
And conversation.
We talk and empty out our hearts
On ev'ry subject from the arts
To liberation.
We love to pull apart someone
And spread some gossip just for fun
Or start a rumour.
We let our hair down, so to speak,
And mock 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 to 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 talk
And imitate the way I walk.
Tell me if you can
What makes a man a man?
My masquerade comes to an end
When I go home to bed again,
Alone and friendless.
I close my eyes and think of him,
And 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?
But 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 defenceless.
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?

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