"Dressed Up Like a Woman"  Parental Advisory genre: Emo
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	I wrote this one a couple years ago and recorded it in my apartment. It was my first attempt at that, so please be merciful.
	Credits: All Rights Reserved. Music, Lyrics, and Recording by James Michael Shaw.
	Story Behind the Song I really wish I knew what I was writing about, but I really don't know. It just came out of me one day. Maybe I'm trying to tell myself something about myself. Lyrics Tommy, would you check your pants because I think I lost my Jesus bracelet. Maybe it's just happenstance, but I feel it won't be long, So will you dress me in your sister's clothes, Because she ran off with a baseball-hat boy, And hurt me if you want to If it means that I'll belong. You think they'd let me be a Hindu? Because I'd like to live again, And maybe Momma took the wrong baby home, And maybe I'm a king, But I'm sure I'm not what God was thinking When I put lipstick on And everything is nothing now that Anton's dead, And everything's so dirty. I guess you didn't know this, But oh, Lord, I've always wanted to be dressed up like a woman. Take me for a refugee and feed me, naked, to some angry Christians. Tell me I'm your whipping boy, but tell me you're my friend. So pierce my nose, and pierce my tongue, and lay me in my grave dressed like a woman. 'Cause I don't know who I am, boy, but try and understand That maybe Jesus was the Devil's child Sent to rule the world, And maybe Judas ate pancakes with Buddah. So Hare Krishna. But would you take me to your friend's apartment With my leash and blue jeans on And everything is nothing now That Anton's dead and everything's so dirty. Where have all the Frenchmen gone? They've gone down to New Orleans. It makes me think of something. Everything is nothing now. So I'll pray unto the TV gods that the people out there won't reject me. And maybe with a little time you can try and understand. So, I'll cry my little faggot tears And leave a puddle here on my piano. I'm a boy who wants just everything, But everything must end. You think they'd let me be a Hindu Because I'd like to live again And maybe Momma took the wrong baby home, And maybe I'm a king. But I'm sure I'm not what God was thinking When I put lipstick on. Everything is nothing now that Anton's dead and everything's so dirty. I guess you didn't know this, but oh, Lord, I've always wanted to be dressed up like a woman.

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