| With Christmas upon us it’s time to be honest
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| Follow my dreams and to face
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| A life of delusion and gender confusion
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| That no longer will be the case
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| I never wanted army men or basketballs
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| I only wanted pantyhose and Barbie dolls
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| And dressing up in mother’s clothing
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| My whole life I’ve been feeling only feminine
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| It always seemed so useless trying to be a man
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| Now that’s a ghost of Christmas past
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| Now it feels like the very first time
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| 'Cause it’s going to be the very first time
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| That Christmas feels right to me
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| And I know that I’m looking good
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| Just like a real girl should
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| It’s my first Christmas as a woman
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| Yeah, a doctor reconstructed all my genitals
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| And now I’m waiting nigh beneath the mistletoe
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| For a guy who could love a girl like me
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| I took the hormones and I got my breasts
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| This season’s gonna be the best to me
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| I won’t have to tuck it behind me
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| Since I got my brand new vagina
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| It’s my first Christmas as a woman
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| Chop if off! |
| Chop if off! |
| Chop if off!
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| My penis, chop it off!
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| It’s no use to me
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| Cut it off! |
| Chop it off! |
| Chop it off!
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| My penis, cut it off
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| So I can finally be a woman!
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| Now I’m finally happy 'cause I made my goal
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| To be a post-operative transsexual
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| Now I am a pretty lady
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| Now it feels like the very first time
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| 'Cause it’s going to be the very first time
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| That Christmas feels right to me
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| 'Cause I know that I’m looking good
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| Just like a real girl should
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| It’s my first Christmas as a woman |