AGP 4lung

[Chorus]
The creature that she tries to hide still
Lurks beneath her made-up eyes
She feels it breathing down her neck
And feeding on her self-respect
Not knowing how to save herself
She puts her own needs on the shelf
But tears that flow out, flowers grow
As she's praying for a better tomorrow

[Hook]
Set her free, won't you please
From this self-defeating autogynephilic disease
She's drowning in a pool of tears and Nair
But feels so cute that she won't have to care
Weak knees, won't you please
Show her how to meet her needs
Without building herself a prison
Without building herself up so she can fall

[Verse 1]
Shooting up the girl juice, tying off a pink noose
Crying in the single stall and sniffing once you cut loose
Anything but that please, anywhere but here
Another week, another month, another miserable queer
At the end of every ego death is a birth
I hope she understands what that's worth
Every ego death is a birth, I hope she knows how much she is worth