Night above the street hung like a cloak
Black ribbons of rain began to soak
And Mary Magdalene cracked a joke (hm)
Lost among the scriptures that she wrote
Johnny Apollo before the change
Chaos of regrets a human cage
In Georgiana Street Camden Town
(The years of shame were cut away)
The buses and the cabs are slowing down
(I changed each moment of this day)
Look at me, see what I've become
Look at me, feminine
Look at me, see what I've become
Look at me, I'm feminine, feminine
He kneels above the line as if to pray
Take him to the hills above the bay
Mechanical pianos fill his head
(I'm proud of being so feminine)
Another year like this and he'll be dead
(The snake that shed it's final skin)
I'm not the girl I want to be
I'm not supposed to be like me
The boy will not become a man
Apollo's got another plan
Look at me, see what I've become
Look at me, I'm feminine
Look at me, see what I've become
Look at me, I'm feminine, feminine
Look at me, touch my skin
Look at me, I'm feminine
Look at me, touch my skin
Look at me, I'm feminine
Feminine, feminine, feminine, feminine, feminine
Night above the street hangs like a cloak
Black ribbons of rain began to soak
Johnny Apollo a man no more
(The years of pain were cut away)
I'm not the man I was before
(That change each moment of this day)
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I'm not the man I was before
The woman in your life your God your soul