In the middle of the night she struts around
A yellow taxi to the heart of downtown
Black stockings and a cocktail dress
Purple eye shadow
It's so hard for her to meet a man
With a secret they won't understand
But her emotions are much deeper than
The underground freak show
Now if a man feels like a woman
Does that make him less a man?
If he hides the truth
Inside his painted hands
No esta una chica
Un chico un chico
No esta una chica
Un chico un chico, claro
After hours under candlelight
She pulled a vision in a suit and tie
Masculine with a willing smile
They went home together
You know I'm different than you think I am
He leaned over by the bedside stand
The suit and tie had a gun in his hand
An affair to remember
Now if a man feels like a woman
Does that make him less a man?
If he hides the truth
Inside his painted hands
No esta una chica
Un chico un chico
No esta una chica
Un chico un chico, claro