He walks into the room so gracefully. The boy is more delicate than me, you see. He borrows my make-up and my new black dress. He looks so pretty but I must confess:
The metrosexuals are coming to town. Boy, give me back my lip-gloss. The metrosexuals are coming to town. Ladies, maybe it’s time to lock up all your clothes and hide the secrets no one knows. It’s time to change back the rules and make him take back his jewels.
The metrosexuals are coming to town. Boy, give me back my lip-gloss. The metrosexuals are coming to town. Baby, can’t you see? If you give me back my shine, boy, I just might make you mine. And if you give me back my brassiere, I’ll nominate you man of the year. I said, are you gonna be my man Or just another Dapper Dan? Are you gonna fight for me In armor or in my black panties?
Because the metrosexuals are coming to town. Boy, give me back my lip-gloss. The metrosexuals are coming to town. Baby, you’re crazy.
You gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go go go.
Baby, if you want me, you can have me. Baby, if you save me, you can wear the panties. You know you want to.