Romanovsky And Phillips - Once Upon A Time lyrics

(We continue to grow and evolve as a community. The changes are Often surprising... and confusing.) Once upon a time when life was simple and serene My roommate was a lesbian and I a happy queen I lived for Sunday brunches in my tightest fitting jeans While she read The Well of Loneliness and Plexus magazine But now I go to potlucks where the food is rather bleak And I've joined a new support group that meets every other weeks While she lives to go out dancing with her hair done up in curls It's getting hard to tell the boys from the girls Once upon a time when life was crystal clear Each of us had favorite music we preferred to hear While I went dancing to Sylvester down in Key West every year She went to music festivals to worship Holly Near (Imagine my Surprise) But now our tastes in music have completely turned around And now instead of Michigan she goes to Provincetown While I play Alix Dobkin on my Walkman now and then (Gee, you're An Amazon) It's getting hard to tell the women from the men One upon a time when life was easy to predict Sex was something I could get and I could get it quick I'd look at all the men and know that I could take my pick While she frowned upon my lifestyle with each and every trick But now my s** adventures, though still fun, are rather tame While she's discovered JoAnn Loulan and she'll never be the same Cause she dates a lot of women and she buys erotic toys It's getting hard to tell the girls from the boys Times they change Fashions rearrange themselves If you don't stay on top You'll find yourself dropped on a shelf Once upon a time when life was black and white I used to do the drag shows to be famous for a night While she drank her beer without a gla** and looked for Mrs Right I'd cruise the local customers just asking for a light But now she is the only one who steps out in a dress And I'm wearing all her flannel shirts and sandals, I confess And now she smokes Virginia Slims instead of Lucky Strikes It's getting hard to tell the boys from girls Hard to tell the men from women Hard to tell the f*ggots from the dykes Now if all of this appears to show that everyone's gone mad It's only part and parcel of a somewhat larger fad Look no further than the glint of gold in many straight boys' Ears It's getting hard to tell the breeders* from the queers (* The term "breeders" is fading from usage as gay and lesbian Parents become more and more visible (see next song); however, it Fit too well in this lyric not to use it. Cut me some slack, ok? -RR)