He puts on his make-up
And it brings a lot of attention to his crotch
This shithole needs a shake-up
Therefore the chosen act of putting on his make-up
Seems devine
You want to call him queer
But you resist
Because you're not a prototypical
Animal
Animal
Come on out
Come on out
Erase your self appointed sleeve
Come out and put the glamour back on the street
Come on out
Come on out
Erase your label from your sleeve
Come out and put the glamour back on a beat
Act now like you miss it
Put on a little bit of lipstick
On the boys
You know you're going to love it
Is there life for lipstick on another planet out there
Everything's come clear
You can't resist
Because you're not a prototypical animal
Animal
Come on out
Come on out
Erase your self appointed sleeve
Come out and put the glamour back on the street
Come on out
Come on out
Erase your label from your sleeve
Come out and put the glamour back on a beat
