Pop Thomas Ti
Work My Butt Off

Hey,
I'm saying
Now, will you stop staring?
You look idiotic and so weary
You're caught by my feathers
And you wonder whether
This bum's in leather

Look,
I'm prankish
And yes I am faddish
My make-up is gaudy and so garish
You call me a fairy
You laugh at me daily
Sipping your sherry

I will play my part till sunset
But you'll play yours till you drop dead
So now relax and enjoy my high heels
And my honed skills
Pay me for my acting, baby
I got the sack
And now I'm stacked
I work my butt off
To feed my six children