First you decieve me, then you want to see me.
Sleep with me, what the hell is that.
Last night you wanted to k** me, but today you want to feel me.
Feel me up, in your pick-up truck
And I, don't know what to do.
Cause I'd rather be gay then go out with you.
And I, I'm not your friend.
Cause I'd rather be gay than go out with you again.
Please go away.
So what will you do tommorrow, when I tell you I'm a h*mo.
Will you laugh at me, Will you run away.
And I'll call you a bigot, cause you'll call me a f*got.
And I'll tell all your yuppie coffee house friends, that you're a h*mophobe and you hate gays.
And I, don't know what to do.
Cause I'd rather be gay then go out with you.
And I don't want, to be your friend.
Cause I'd rather be gay than go out with you again.
Please shave your legs..