Going out, dressed like Boris Day
Men often were... quite unbeGUYled
And when some dude would turn and run the other way
Gosh, it hurt to be... reviled
Before the day I drugged you, I was so repined
Now I’m the ‘HE’ you can’t leave behind


Cause I make you drool, I make the rules, I have you fooled I
Could Pass for a woman (Whoa Man!)


When my voice, grew rather deep and low
You never seemed to notice
You didn’t care about my dong I see
In our bliss, having coitus
Now you’re not quite as rankled of who’s your paramour
And if I please my daddy, who cares what’s in my drawers


Now I must reveal, You make me squeal, you make me feel I
Could Pass for a woman (Whoa Man!)


Oh, daddy, are you hung-a-ry?
I wanna keep you satified
I just wanna to be loved by you
You make me feel like a bride


I can’t conceal, my sex appeal, has made me feel I
Could Pass for a woman (Whoa Man!)

Now be for real, tell me for real, you think I really just
Might Pass for a Woman (No Man!)