Candaulism

I’m King Candaules, call me Can
I want to be a woman but I’m just a man
I get off now and then
Showing your body to other men
I feel good, I feel fine
Treating your body as if it’s mine
You’ve got force to make juice
I love to see the sauce that you produce, well
Candaulism, call me Can
I want to be a woman but I’m just a man
Use your beauty, I use your skin
I swear there’s no-one in the room
So let’s begin
The game’s up Gyges, come on, come out
Well here’s the friend I was telling you about
He crept in while we got it on
Where’s the harm in that? It’s just a piece of fun!
But you rose up, unamused
Told the man to kill me and he didn’t refuse
Well now he sits upon my throne
Showing your body to other men
Candaulism, call me Can
I used to be the king, I used to be a man
But now I’m dead, just a ghost
Watching you make love to him is what hurts the most
Candaulism, call me Can
I want to be a woman but I’m just a man