(This song came out of my first public drag experience at the age  of 25, which brought back many memories of earlier private  experiences. For my mother, who still has more pairs of shoes  than any drag queen I know. -RR)  I remember dressing up in my mother's clothes  She had hordes of high-heeled shoes  And plenty of pairs of pantyhose  She had wigs to make me look a thousand different ways  And blouses made of silk and lace and evening gowns for days  My mother's clothes, my mother's clothes  All my dreams came true in my mother's clothes  I remember dressing up in my mother's clothes  In the woods behind my house we'd have our fashion shows  Secretly we'd gather all the old things she'd dispatch  And soon we'd have a wardrobe with accessories to match  My mother's clothes, my mother's clothes  All my dreams came true in my mother's clothes  We could be a princess from a fairy tale  Or Florence Nightingale  Curing all disease in our mother's clothes  We could be Miss Lois Lane (Oh, Superman)  Or even Tarzan's Jane  Swinging through the trees in our mother's clothes  We could be a beauty queen (There she is)  Or Mary Magdalene  Sinners we'd forsake in our mother's clothes   (I don't know how to love him!)  We could be Petula Clark (Downtown)  Or even Joan of Arc  Burning at the stake in our mother's clothes  Until we learned it's not okay  For a boy to dress that way  Not allowed to fantasize  We become desensitized  To all our waking dreams  And the endless possibilities  Of roles that we can play  Now some of us still dress up in our mothers' clothes  And some of us just like to watch and some look down their nose  But we've all got an image that we want to convey  And drag is something each of us does every single day