They judge him by the way he looks,
they don't really know him at all,
He wears a pretty dress and knee-high boots that make him tall.
He has long hair pulled into two,
wouldn't know if he was a man unless he talked to you.
These are all external features,
deep on the inside beats a red heart of the sweetest creature.
You judge him for the outside,
you'll never know what he's really like.
I love him for his inside.
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