Once long ago in times misty swirl, A little boy wanted to grow up a girl, The years and time slowly went by, His dream was lost he wanted to cry, Then one day right out of the blue, He suddenly realised what he had to do, Swap his shirt for a very short skirt, Buy foundation, give it a squirt, Powder, lipstick and eyeshadow too, Now some stockings and high heeled shoe, A blonde wig, breasts and nails all brand new, At last a pretty girl was there on view, Alas the dream was all locked away, In the closet his girl had to stay, To face the world had been her intent, But when she tried her nerve always went, Then one day the urge was to great, She opened the door, walked out of the gate, She wanted to yell, shout it out loud, Look at me I'm female and proud.