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Oh Lord, won't you buy me some masculine pills
Cause bein a female ain't much of a thrill
Gettin hit on by straight men may drive me to kill
Oh Lord, won't you buy me some masculine pills.
Oh Lord, won't you buy me testosterone shots
I'll throw out my apron, my iron and pots
I'd rather have chest hair than screaming young tots
Oh Lord, won't you buy me testosterone shots.
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a mastectomy
My friends all got scars yet they stand up to pee
I wanna be cut up and join patriarchy
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a mastectomy.
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a hysterectomy
Grown tired of bleeding and feeling crampy
The price of a tampon has almost broke me
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a hysterectomy.
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a phalloplasty
The dykes all got strap ons, and I must compete
I need med approval, so I'll be complete
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a phalloplasty
Oh Lord, won't you buy me some masculine pills
Cause bein a female ain't much of a thrill
Gettin hit on by straight men may drive me to kill
Oh Lord, won't you buy me some masculine pills.
Lyrics by C. Lynn Carr & Mikhail Pokrovscky |
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