Found my husband in a black dress
Running 'round my neighborhood
Wearing daisy dukes out in our front yard
You know, he thinks that he's looks so good
And I'm the woman in the kitchen
cleanin' up with broom and mop
And he looks at me and says:
hey darling, do you think I borrow your brand new top?

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Oh you ain't Miss America as you can see
You've been cross-dressing but hid it from me baby
I should have caught on when you wore those capris
Little pink blouses for you and me

Well you're a young man in a crop top
Listening to a rock and roll station
You've got teasy hair, lipgloss smile
I say lord, you wear too much foundation
And I told you, when you are older
You can be Madame President
But just like everyone else, you are in disguise
Just kinda like Clark Kent

Chorus

Well there's people and more people
Driving past the house, you know
Maybe we should get away
And vacation down in San Francisco, yeah
And there's lovers and there's haters
But they ain't no big deal
'cuz a real man baby pays for the thrills,
The bills and wears the frills

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