Romanovsky & Phillips - Once Upon A Time Lyrics
We continue to grow and evolve as a community. The changes areoften surprising... and confusing.)Once upon a time when life was simple and sereneMy roommate was a lesbian and I a happy queenI lived for Sunday brunches in my tightest fitting jeansWhile she read _The Well of Loneliness_ and _Plexus_ magazineBut now I go to potlucks where the food is rather bleakAnd I've joined a new support group that meets every other weeksWhile she lives to go out dancing with her hair done up in curlsIt's getting hard to tell the boys from the girlsOnce upon a time when life was crystal clearEach of us had favorite music we preferred to hearWhile I went dancing to Sylvester down in Key West every yearShe went to music festivals to worship Holly Near (Imagine mysurprise)But now our tastes in music have completely turned aroundAnd now instead of Michigan she goes to ProvincetownWhile I play Alix Dobkin on my Walkman now and then (Gee, you'rean Amazon)It's getting hard to tell the women from the menOne upon a time when life was easy to predictSex was something I could get and I could get it quickI'd look at all the men and know that I could take my pickWhile she frowned upon my lifestyle with each and every trickBut now my sex adventures, though still fun, are rather tameWhile she's discovered JoAnn Loulan and she'll never be the sameCause she dates a lot of women and she buys erotic toysIt's getting hard to tell the girls from the boysTimes they changeFashions rearrange themselvesIf you don't stay on topYou'll find yourself dropped on a shelfOnce upon a time when life was black and whiteI used to do the drag shows to be famous for a nightWhile she drank her beer without a glass and looked for Mrs.RightI'd cruise the local customers just asking for a lightBut now she is the only one who steps out in a dressAnd I'm wearing all her flannel shirts and sandals, I confessAnd now she smokes Virginia Slims instead of Lucky StrikesIt's getting hard to tell the boys from girlsHard to tell the men from womenHard to tell the faggots from the dykesNow if all of this appears to show that everyone's gone madIt's only part and parcel of a somewhat larger fadLook no further than the glint of gold in many straight boys'earsIt's getting hard to tell the breeders* from the queers(* The term "breeders" is fading from usage as gay and lesbianparents become more and more visible (see next song); however, itfit too well in this lyric not to use it. Cut me some slack, ok?-RR
