She is a man
She is a man
She has strong arms, strong legs
Nothing sensitive, and a tough chest
I wish I could, but I cannot rest
She is still a woman
The Bible says, people believe
How can you decline the holy rib?
How can you dare to put on a wig?
He is forgiving
She does not care, he only accepts
Hate, prejudice, is all that she gets
It just cries, covered by rats
They are just dust
But she is the same
But why so much pain
When all the dust is washed off by the rain.
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