All In a Days Work

It could have been so embarrassing But he didn’t really care It was such a simple thing Wearing ladies underwear He chose it all so carefully Every single piece just right Carefully colour matched With sheer nylon tights Adjusted oh so precisely With precision straight seams Showing legs that appeared Like chocolate box dreams But if a man’s got to do it He’s got to do his best No half measures he thought Shoulders back stick out chest Take one deep breath for courage Then proudly out on to that stage Just a reluctant drag act To make a living wage And out on that stage He didn’t need to hide His need to display His feminine side He soaked up the applause Folded his costume up neat Tomorrow was another day Back to sweeping the streets He’d do it so precisely Try not to rush Not risk any blisters From his issue sweeping brush And he’d do his best And he’d do it well But broken nails Could be just a hell And appearance was all On the Cabaret Club scene And maybe ,just maybe ,he enjoyed The buzz of being a top Drag Queen