Sam Sax - After My Boyfriend's Drag Show lyrics

His busted lip The lipstick split in half, mouth rouged into a painted avalanche His dress ripped by the butch hands of drunk seamstresses who read his high femme as an invitation His tits might as well be papier mâché, how they crumple under the weight of these a**hole entertainment clichés I tell him, grin so big that they catch fire when they see the whites of your teeth Tell him his nails weren't painted knife-colored for no reason Tell him, when you touch that stage, kid, you best be magic Best be able to walk on puddles of spilt rot gut without sinking Best be able to raise erections from the dead Confuse the sh** out of these straight-razor men Best be Mother Mary, who*e in a martini-gla** dress This is what is expected, this drag This exaggerated woman, this mockingbird's eye shadow This crowd: a stampede of angry hands This performance under interrogations, headlights Sam, where were you the night you lost everything? The last time I made up my face into a glossy magazine smile, there was no mirror that could hold me I was a stone-cold vixen fixed on getting the dress code down perfect My wig: a beehive My hips: full of honey It's only when this man gripped my throat like it owed him money Coins pouring out of my mouth like a holy slot machine, that I fell to my knees into a pogrom of bees I suppose he wanted to teach me what he thought being feminine means The tiled eyes in the bathroom stall were so cold I stopped breathing See, some men own their masculine like a beaten dog Some wear it like a suit of grandfather handguns co*ked at a pendulum in the gut Some of us keep driving it into concrete highway dividers in order to compare the size of our explosions My busted lip, my ripped dress My grotesque deflated breasts My chest sheared and heaving This, it is where gender is compressed into an aerosol can Where it takes a gentle thumb to explode paint over all scars But know this: even for the worst of us, it is blood that makes men hard So walk to the stage like you just bought the bar The lights won't ask no more questions The audience in the palm of your painted hair Know your legs could short-circuit an electric chair Put your face back on, darling Pin your hair back up, darling This whole world is a drag Keep dancing