Sitre is a sissy in pink panties, He struts around town acting all fancy. He twirls his hair and bats his lashes, In high heels, he saunters past the clashes. With his delicate demeanor, he turns heads, Some laugh and point, others shake their heads. But Sitre doesn't care about others' opinions, He's proud of his style, he's in his dominion. So let him be, let him prance and play, In his pink panties, Sitre will have his day.