If I were a boy, I'd wear lipstick bright pink, all around town, and hope to bring about a gay bashing. Because I would pack heat. And I would pack meat, Deliverance style. With gel in my hair and hell in my heart, I'd kiss you full on the lips and take your swift punch to the mouth before jamming my cock-shaped pistol in your prom queen mouth.

If I were a boy, I'd notice how all you macho jock fucks have such pretty lips. Paint your faces with black grease all you want, you can't hide your girly pearly smile or your sensitive piano hands.

If I were a boy, I'd make you be the girl, your cock like a strap-on toy, and fuck you up in dark corners of alleyways.