Love, won't you take my hand into your own
And sit me down upon your bended knee?
Please whisper in my ears with soothing tone
And spin a tale of trans girls living free
A tale of women burning down the towers
Women masters of the highest arts
A fairytale to while away the hours
Sacred girls who know their secret hearts
And let me lose myself completely
For such stories are a precious rarity
Then kiss good-night and gently shut the door
And let me dream without austerity
For this would be my true love's greatest gift
To let me think that such worlds could exist