I wouldn't trade places with a man
I wouldn't be able to understand
Even though I may fancy them on nights out
I love my female body I want to shout
For I was born this way.
I get to wear beautiful dresses and heels
I get to wear intricate jewellery
That costs thousands of pounds
I love my female body to astound
For I developed a sexy frame.
I get to enjoy wearing forbidden lipstick
Or Rouge a Levres as the French term it
My full lips and perfect teeth glamorous
For I love my gorgeous female face
Where I am never reincarnated into a boy.
I may have to go through that time of the month
I may have to one day bear children
But anaesthetic is used to numb the pain
And a love for your child no one can explain
My female body keeping the human race going.
Many men do admire my elegant female body
They put pictures and posters on their walls
For boys do love us girls and women with their all
They like our emotional and intelligent state
For I am happy to be here and female: make no mistake.
Very well written and with a special, take. Clever, not fake! 5 Stars.
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East End boys, West End girls … bragging girls …