On the street, a beautiful woman pass by.
Walking very femininely yet looking so shy.
Her hair, long, sleek and straight,
And looking great on her body figure eight.

Unexpected that she's not a woman,
Instead hidden behind the face of a girl is a man.
On the street, she proudly steps,
Cuz she got nothing to fear of her chosen sex.

A lady flirtly looking on somebody she knows,
As to my surprise, she's glancing on a girl.
With her cheeks slowly turning red as a rose,
She builds up her courage as she approaches the girl.

A minute had passed,
And now they're holding hands.
Kissing and hugging, they looked so aroused,
Within the crowd, nothing can...