Romanovsky And Phillips - My Mother's Clothes (the Drag Rag) lyrics

(This song came out of my first public drag experience at the age of 25, which brought back many memories of earlier private experiences. For my mother, who still has more pairs of shoes than any drag queen I know. -RR) I remember dressing up in my mother's clothes She had hordes of high-heeled shoes And plenty of pairs of pantyhose She had wigs to make me look a thousand different ways And blouses made of silk and lace and evening gowns for days My mother's clothes, my mother's clothes All my dreams came true in my mother's clothes I remember dressing up in my mother's clothes In the woods behind my house we'd have our fashion shows Secretly we'd gather all the old things she'd dispatch And soon we'd have a wardrobe with accessories to match My mother's clothes, my mother's clothes All my dreams came true in my mother's clothes We could be a princess from a fairy tale Or Florence Nightingale Curing all disease in our mother's clothes We could be Miss Lois Lane (Oh, Superman) Or even Tarzan's Jane Swinging through the trees in our mother's clothes We could be a beauty queen (There she is) Or Mary Magdalene Sinners we'd forsake in our mother's clothes (I don't know how to love him!) We could be Petula Clark (Downtown) Or even Joan of Arc Burning at the stake in our mother's clothes Until we learned it's not okay For a boy to dress that way Not allowed to fantasize We become desensitized To all our waking dreams And the endless possibilities Of roles that we can play Now some of us still dress up in our mothers' clothes And some of us just like to watch and some look down their nose But we've all got an image that we want to convey And drag is something each of us does every single day