The many times I’ve worked the day wrapped in clothes that tend to say I am a man. Who did succeed for all to see, but not my need. I play the role as all demand, a stranger in a strange land. I learned it well for them to see. I studied them so I could be learned to boast and I brag, and lied about the girls I shagged in my youth just to see if they could make a man of me. Marriage made it look so real and having kids, I clinched the deal. So pardon me if on occassion a part of me does need raisin’ silky hose, heels so high, a dab of perfume on my thigh, a sexy top and short short skirt, all made up to be a flirt. A few short hours is all I ask. Then I will do my manly task, a partly party girl I’ll be. She needs that time, for she is me....