Nobody loves me, everybody hates me,
Think I'll get rid of my worm
Chop off my testicles, invert my scrotum,
See how it makes them all squirm

New clothes I now wear; painted nails and pretty hair,
Show off the woman in me
People still stop and stare, wondering if I'm all there,
But now at least I feel like I'm free.

Of course I'm not all there; the worm is gone.