I’ve met the odd lesbian down through the years,
And you will too so there’s no need for fears,
I think I met one or two that were nice,
Hard to tell if they’re involved in that vice.
‘Cause they never come out and tell you the truth,
They don’t come dressed in uniform or suit.
You only worry when they become a boss,
You’re being interviewed which could be a loss.
They usually know the type of person you are,
Complacent or inclined towards feathers and tar,
It depends on your face or if you wear fancy laces,
They can tell what you’re like at fifty paces.
There’s no way of telling what’s inside their heads,
‘cause they’re usually efficient and very well read,
Remember these words when sitting on the chair,
And the interview is going, you don’t know where.