It’s a drug, it’s my pleasure, It’s a rush, at my leisure
It’s liberation, its a disease, It’s a high, and it’s me

It’s an escape, its just lust, An alter-ego, stress free
It’s sheer excitement, without doubt To be cross-dressed and free

It’s an obsession, that’s hedonism, It’s a ritual indeed
It’s a passion, its fire, Uncontrollably me

To escape from reality, Leaves me in peace
It’s liberation I’m feeling, When the woman is free..

Its my soma, its religion, That I need regularly
Its craving, I long for, And it’s my ecstasy...