Turnaround

A converted lesbian, my coming out was thespian
Well wouldn’t really call it coming out
Cause the closet was long broken, without a doubt
I guess now I just had some rules flout.

It was more a turn around,
as I very recently found
Not the man but the woman is pretty ,
which had my clocks rewound
How to tell him- « He had to be hunted and not be the hound »

It was hard for my boyfriend to go back to his den
Rule the roost from a cock to a hen
His crown he had to concede
Which I had never dare besiege
For I was the one he went into
And would from recede
It was always me whose pockets would renounce
my every penny, my every ounce
with his every push or every pounce

So we were going pretty thick and good
I was the rock, on me he would chisel his wood
We did all what couples should

But once when I saw her, I changed my view
Love is a woman, not an ocean but a dew
So I no longer woo men but the women in mén

Not unhappy enough to love them straight
My prostrate has a different gait
I could only love women if in a man
Well, could only do what I can

So I turned a new leaf , no Change of belief
He became her and She became me
My boyfriend had a lot to see

But I handled it all well
I was the cat who rang the bell
And had him handsomely tell
He was angry and swell
But could not very long dwell

For I sat him down and cheeks his stroked
He gave in and we made love bespoke

Bespoke since it was unheard
But when did I ever care for the herd
But he became quiet a nerd
Had to learn new ways
No - we were still gays
With just longer foreplays

But he was struggling with the role reversal
And practising hard even for the rehearsal
For the script was written with my pen
I was the lesbian in loving women in men

To you quite petty it may sound
But believe me, it wasn’t just a change of position
When he had to turnaround

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