When mom was not home I wore her knee high boots
Dad was away at work for two weeks at a time
And these were the years when identity was kind
I paraded down the halls which in dreams were a spook
My ex-girlfriend's lipstick brought out my complexion and hair
She stood beside me adoring her "Honey Bun"
And now in years more recent I have begun
To syncretize my whole being with fashion and flair