Well, the frocks, sashes are my clothes, now.
Not dressed as messr. Joe, now.
I really like my stays cinched all tight.
On cardigans, I've passed--stuff for guys.
Light blush hides my sallow glow.
My mate's confused by "mum" surprise.
Depil. face to show.
Still one place to go:

"Let me keep your tights for my role switchin'.
Warm my hind with your lengthy stole.
Turn me 'round, take a gander, baby--
Stubble-free, with stick-on mole!"

With my fingers, weave chic minidress.
Seeking women's-room ingress.
I like my other, "Mindy"-ness.
Learn to coquette (4x)

Now I weave at night with my goal stitchin'.
Warned my wife, and she's lent me stoles.
Coming out from the room marked "Ladies,"
Stumblin' not from pee on soles.

Well, the frocks, sashes are my clothes, now.
Not dressed as messr. Joe, now.
I really want to stay her--gal sight,
Gal sight, gal sight.