Jennifer Brown Chico (painted Hands)
In the middle of the night she struts around. A yellow taxi to the heart of downtown. Black stockings and a cocktail-dress. Purple eyeshadow. It's so hard for her to meet a man, with a secret they won't understand. Her emotions are much deeper than... the underground freakshow. CHORUS Now if a man feels like a woman, does that make him less a man, if he hides the truth inside his painted hands? No esta una chica. Un Chico Un chico. No esta una chica. Un Chico Un chico, claro. After hours under candlelight, she pulled a vision in a suit and tie. Masculine with a willing smile, they went home together. You know I'm different than you think I am. He leaned over by the bedside stand. The suit and tie had a gun in his hand. An affair to remember... (CHORUS)
