And now, the op is near;
Another face will meet the surgeon
So clean, no dirt be here
And just in case, I'll use detergeon

I've raised a thousand cheeks
Both back and front... and even sideways
But more, much more than this,
I fix tits my way

Mistakes, I've made a few;
But then I'm too polite to mention.
And they all paid up too
Paid through the nose without exemption.

I pumped inflated boobs
I've lifted faces up so high they
Want more, much more than this:
I fix tits my way

Yes, there were times, there had to be
I cut bits off and made he a she
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I sewed it up and cut it out
I made a flounce, an ounce of bounce
And fixed tits my way.

I've cut, I've spliced and diced
And I've changed lives, once sad and lonely
And then, if boobs subside,
I made them big and siliconey

To think I did all that
In a transgendery ex-guy way,
But, no, no not to me,
I fix tits my way

For what is a man, what has he got?
For when I'm done then he's got naught
He comes feeling misrepresented
And then she leaves, fully augmented
The record sees I took the fees
And fixed tits
My way