She�s no lady. .
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
She's shady.
Talking about that large lady,
That lady�s a man.
She�s effeminate for sure.
Sensitive to the core,
And that�s a blessing.
She�s awkward in high-heels,
Her breasts are padding,
They�re not real,
Cause she�s cross-dressing.
She�s no lady. .
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
She's shady.
Talking about that large lady,
That lady�s a man.
Her voice is deep and hoarse,
Razor stubble dark and coarse,
She�s in hiding.
Wears foundation thick like paste,
A corset conceals her bulging waist,
it�s so confining.
It�s an executive�s wet dream,
To hear men plot and scheme,
To get high ratings,
It�s a network TV plan.
�He�s a Lady� She�s a man.
Infuriating!
She�s no lady. .
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
She's shady.
Talking about that large lady,
That lady�s a man.
She�s no lady. .
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
She's shady.
Talking about that large lady,
That lady�s a man.