I shall be Mary in the morning,
Dink gone; then "belle" will be my line.
Pull off the stopper,
Thanks to my dear doctor.
I'll get a skirt that looks so fine.

I'll take a while to get my moorings,
Douched up and looking for a gyn'.
Girls, no more kiss me,
'Cause I'll be a missy,
Dressed in my skirt that looks so fine.

Just call me "Nancy"; I'm Joe no more.
My thing is missing; I'll have been cored.

For I shall be Mary in the morning,
Dink gone; then "belle" will be my line.
I shall have a bust
That will inspire boy's lust,
And I'll flirt with them when we dine.

Oh what fun! I shall be Mary in the morning,
Chink pronged; I'm gelded at that site.
Drug and de-male me;
Set my inner quail free.
Shirt buttons no more on the right.

I'll need a moniker not boring
That I can sign on dotted lines.
No real hot babe'll
Take for a name "Mabel"
Or "Peg" or "Gert"--they're so old time.

If I am crying, I am not down--
Estrogen balance is coming around.

I shall be Mary in the morning,
Dink gone; then "belle" will be my line.
Feather boas are me,
If I don't act smarmy.
They'll complement my skirt,
Complement my skirt,
They'll complement my skirt from Gucci's line.

Lightheaded, reeling in my bed now.
Soon I'll smear shadow o'er my eye.
I must be waking
So I can be taking
My last look at a chum--"goodbye!"

I shall be Mary in the morning,
Dink gone; then "belle" will be my line.
Quail and reroute me
And make me a cutie.
And get me a new skirt, get me a new skirt,
For bod's sake, get me skirt with good lines.