S.T.F.P.Y Lyrics

Hiding heels

Behind our bags

We conceal

Under eyes

They turn around

Glance up and down

At our heels

At us queers

We perform

Like everyday

For ourselves

In every fatherfucking way

This is our life

Not yours, it's mine

So turn around

And I'll strut the fuck past you

And I'll strut the fuck past you

And I'll strut the fuck past you

And I'll strut the fuck past you

And I'll strut the fuck past you

Hiding nails

Inside our palms

Things we do

To not stick out

We look around

Phones up and down

At our heels

At us queers

We're people too

Ride subways, move

I'm not a freak

Just so unique

This is our life

Not yours, it's mine

So turn around

And I'll strut the fuck past you

And I'll strut the fuck past you

And I'll strut the fuck past you

And I'll strut the fuck past you

And I'll strut the fuck past you

I'm not scared of the stares anymore

I walk on my own two feet

I survive

Everyday

Pave the way

For other people just like me