Satan Was A Cross-Dresser
Mood:
hungry
Now Playing: Anticipate by Ani DiFranco
Topic: Freewrite
In a bar in the South side of town
Walked in wearing a lacy gown
Man with a red, red face
Tugging at the loose lace
Voice deeper than sinister, malicious
And two horns upon his head that looked vicious
His feet were hoofed and stuck inside
Some red satin high-heeled, size nines
He sat down at the bar and order a white wine
Bartender laughed, You lookin mighty fine.
Because Satan, Satan was a cross-dresser
Ruby lipstick smeared across his kisser
He said, Honey, Claudia Shciffer dressed this him-her
Because Satan was a cross-dresser
Man across the way, Red Guy giving him the eye
Bartender said, If you like him, go say hi
Devil did so and got shot down
And don t you dare ask where that man is now
People watched him leave that night with someone on his arm
Bartender laughed again, Satan works his charm.
Because Satan, Satan was a cross-dresser
Ruby lipstick smeared across his kisser
He said, Do you think I look like Michelle Pfeifer?
Because Satan was a cross-dresser
All the talk in the underworld
Red Guy was being misunderstood
He blew on his nails and said I m special
So you can all just get out of here
He hit the bars every night, with his designer dresses
Man got around, he was quite restless
When he was out and about and being evil
He smiled, That s right, I m a little devil
Because Satan, Satan was a cross-dresser
Ruby lipstick smeared across his kisser
He said, I get to be pretty forever!
Because Satan was a cross-dresser