Cabaret Songs: Crossing Over
text by Rodney Sharman

When you said that you liked my stockin's,
I thought you meant that you liked them on me.
When you said my lipstick was pretty,
I didn't know, it didn't show you were longing to be...

Dolled-up in my makeup,
Dressed-up in my clothes,
Stretchin' my panties and my pantyhose.

Now that you're gone I won't settle for less
Than a well-muscled Irishman wearing my dress...

Oh, what are you wearin', my cross-dressin' love?
Do they have teddies in heaven above?
Does the Lord Jesus look just as we're told?
In open-toed sandals and long flowing robes?

With time you grew older and bolder.
The boys in the shop came to know
The days that your eyes were a-smoulder
Were days somethin' lacy was under your clothes.

One night at the site in your pick-up
(In) Stilettos instead of steel-toes
Your heels got stuck and you totalled your truck
The flames rose to heaven, and carried your soul.

Oh, what are you wearin', my cross-dressing love?
Do they have teddies in heaven above?
Does the Lord Jesus look just as we're told?
In open-toed sandals and long, flowing robes?

Copyright Rodney Sharman, June, 2001