Then this shopgirl comes up to him and she
says, "Hey, you!"
And her face is snarling sneers so much it's
turning blue.
"If you think you're fooling anyone, you
must be mad!"
The guy bolts off;
        He's looking kind of sad.

Well I go up to the woman and she's
smug, smug, smug.
And she looks at me as if she's stomped some
great, big bug.
"Did you see that pervert in the dress?" she
starts to chant.
I can't stand this;
        I'm going to have to rant.

I say...
        So who d'you think you're fooling, then? That's lipstick on your lips!
        That's shadow on your eyelids, and your hair is full of clips.
        You've coloured up your cheeks and chin with powders that you've bought.
        If you think I think you look like that, you're thicker than I thought.

Well she isn't very happy that I've
said this stuff.
And she mouths a silent insult but it
looks like "poof".
Then she flounces back to work as if she's
won a war.
She smiles at her
        reflection in a door.

OK, she was petty-minded, but that's
not the point
Because normal women's noses can get
out of joint
And they'll mock an honest tranny though it's
their same crime.
It's you, yourself,
        You're fooling all the time.