Sissy

Why does every boy on the street have something to tell me? Why does every boy on the street have something to say? Why does every man in a suit have something to sell me? And what would I give just to make them all go away? Cause I'm a big bad sissy And I'm gonna make you listen when I sing Cause I'm a big bad sissy And I'm gonna make you listen when I sing And who would I be if they never had taken my body? Drawn a blue box around it and put a toy gun in my hand Would I get such a thrill out of being so girly and naughty? Would I be so determined to be anything but a man? Now I'm a big bad sissy And I'm gonna make you listen when I sing Cause I'm a big bad sissy And I'm gonna make you listen when I sing In boots and my favorite dress On the way back from the bar I forgot how to shut up so I shouted back into the window of a passing car I'm beautiful and you can't take it I'm heavenly and you can't deal Roll your window up and keep on driving Hit me up when you know how to feel