Feminine Walk

Always been a working man
Playing in a rock roll band
I’ve got rags like a drag queen dream
Coming undone at the seams
I get one look, two look, three look, four
Every time I’m at the bathroom door
You’ve seen Bowie and Bolan and Jagger too
Grace Jones, Joan Jett, and
I got a feminine walk
I got a feminine walk
I rolled out of New York City
Like metropolitan Conway Twitty
Got my smoker’s cough and a Brooklyn loft
Used a pseudonym, had a crush on him
Well, I make things for my girl a little too hard
De Niro’s hotel on the boyfriend’s credit card
He was sugar daddy with dollar sign eyes
I think he started Spotify
I got a feminine walk
I got a feminine walk
I got legs for days
I’ve got a million ways
I got a feminine walk
I came down to the Guitar Town
To follow Tin Pan Todd around
I tried to learn his magic tricks
I mostly copped his Adderall fix
And I fell for a boy in drag at play
And danced the lonely nights away
When up walks this girl who saves my life
With love that cuts like «The Randall Knife»
I got a feminine walk
I got a feminine walk
I got legs for days
I’ve got a million ways
I got a feminine walk