Sugar and Spice

I'm not the man I think I am
And I'm not a woman man can stand
Big gob, and a teen boy's testosterone
Can't be held in these little girl's hands

A phallic protection
A six-foot frame and
A huge fist objection
Woman to the core, but I want it so bad

Iron and rubber, shoulders broaden
Chest a deserted desert plain
But I don't feel much better
Still can't fit the frame
It's just a different kind of pain

A phallic protection
A six-foot frame and
A huge fist objection
Woman to the core, but I want it so bad

I'm made of sugar, spice and
Everything nice but
How do I separate that mixture
From the beauty Panopticon
The female plight and the threat
Of bad men when they might

I want to bathe myself in the milk of moonlight
See the stars on a cloudless night
But as I walk a shiver shimmers down my spine
A voice; "is it past your bedtime?"



Credits
Writer(s): Jess Payne
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