Now, macho movies are the thing,
I love to go and see.
I can not think of anything,
More satisfying to me.

The hero is a macho stud,
With muscles everywhere.
His biceps bulging like balloons,
His chest is always bare.

He always rescues pretty girls,
He always gets his man,
He's always tall and handsome,
And he always has a tan.

He always has a girlfriend,
Who is gorgeous to the core,
And he's always making love to her,
Which is a frightful bore.

Why do I like these movies so,
These heroes with their capes,
Do I want to be like Superman,
Or Tarzan of the apes?

Do I want to be like Arnold,
And mutter, "I'll be back."
Do I want to be like Erroll Flynn,
And thrust, parry, attack?

No, fencing's not the thing for me,
Nor swinging through the trees,
Nor acting like a robot,
Or any one of these.

I love to watch the pretty girls,
To watch as they undress,
I watch with avid interest,
I really must confess.

My eyes are glued upon them,
I am longing now for more,
As with every sensual movement,
Their clothes drop to the floor.

But, I don't want their bodies,
(Though I must confess they're nice)
Come close and let me whisper,
(We must be quiet as mice)

The thing that I desire the most,
I really must confess,
Is lying there upon the floor,
I really want her dress.

I want to wear her lingerie,
Her panties, bra and tights,
I am a member of the club,
That's known as transvestites.

Janey Lang
29th. Feb. 1996.