You would not believe
That I was a switch hitter,
A little sugar in my tank—
That showed a sexy flash.
Yet in my walz,
Floating back and forth
From men to women,
I danced to my own melody.
Yet in the Land of Noz
Purple women,
Men eating green corn flakes on the mountain top,
Led me nowhere.
No doubt in my mind
What I loved the best.
Yet the confused times
Made me jive with both.
Yet, in the land of Noz,
My gender on display.
Pretty men; elegant women.
How could I choose?