Ze's the traveling kind and they won't understand The world through hir eyes and hir flexible plans Ze wanders through genders, lovers and friends Through space and through time, hir trip never ends They call out to hir, say hey pretty girl I'll plant a flag on your nationless soil But way down below, under love's clothes Is a parallel world that they'll just never know Feral pheromones, hir legs rarely shaven Hir past still a ghost, hir boundaries uneven Ze eats from the trash and plays for hir pay Ze doesn't have a home, ze's not here to stay Ze learned how to fight, to scream and to bite Hir claws are protracted when walking at night Ze mostly sings in the gentleman's side But if you hurt hir sisters, you'd better run and hide