Earlier in the month, the muse gifted me this jolly celebration of a woman coming out to herself first and the world later. But I was a little worried that some would feel offended that a male ally should feel empowered enough to write this, so I hung back until now. I do hope no-one is offended by it and it is taken by our Lesbian Community here in the spirit of affirmation with which it was written.
(Bb) Angie was a housewife
As (F) traditional as can be
She (C) lived out in the sticks
Along (F) Highway 53
A (Bb) regular churchgoer
(F) Outwardly a prude
But she (C) had a secret side
She called her (Bb) "Lesbian (F) Mood"
Her (Bb) "Lesbian Mood"
Her (F) "Lesbian Mood"
She (C) thought it kicked in
When she'd (F) eaten certain food
But (Bb) when she got that craving
To be (F) "Lascivious and lewd"
She (C) just had to indulge her (Bb)"Lesbian (F) Mood"
To (Bb) put it into practice
She (F) knew without a doubt
That (C) though she thought she'd seen some hints
The (F) locals were ruled out
Her (Bb)alibi a shopping trip
To the (F) city she would drive
In (C) search of some new stranger
Who could (Bb) make her feel a(F)live. CHORUS
Her (Bb) fear of exposure
Would (F) often break the spell
The (C) bigots in her small town
Would have (F) made her life a hell
So (Bb) when the kids had grown
With her (F) marriage a veneer
She (C) took half of their savings
And she (Bb) upped and dis(F)appeared
Her (Bb)"Lesbian Mood"; Her (F) "Lesbian Mood"
(C) When she got that craving
Her partner (F) Linda would get nude
Her (Bb) new life was her true life
She (F) knew with certitude
This (C) was her firm reality
Not some (Bb) "Lesbian (F) Mood"