I fix my hair
There,thats better...

I am putting pen to paper
I don't know what to write...

I don't know who you think you are
You mean nothing to me...

You all know me as Mike
The self confessed cross dresser...

Theres something missing,something has gone
I don't feel right,can't say what is wrong...

When everyone else has failed me
And left me high and dry...

I write these words for my mum
I know she loves me...

Everyone is so miserable
And looking kinda down...

Go with the flow
You have all to gain...

Young,so young
And already losing your hair...

Words are cheap
Don't really mean anything at all...

I'm never up to date
I'm always quite behind...