I woke up in the morning with you wrapped inside my arms Last night the tent got cold so we just snuggled to keep warm I must admit that you had started feeling pretty good And I was feeling you a little better than I should Must've been drunk For us to carry on this way You don't talk like Mister Rogers I don't look like Doris Day Now maybe it's the wine and weed That made us act so queer Or maybe h*mos**uals have bottled up this beer My girlfriend she's suspicious, she must know there's something wrong 'Cause ever since that night my need for her is twice as strong And we've avoided sleeping out or wrestling since then But deep inside I feel this need to hold you once again Must've been drunk For us to carry on this way We don't have the right equipment For the games we seem to play Now maybe it's the wine and weed That made us act so queer Or maybe h*mos**uals have bottled up this beer Now you have long been married and you've even got a kid And you swear your wife feels better than your buddies ever did But me, I've found the flaw in our old denial game I've slept with men cold sober and it feels good just the same Must've been drunk For us to carry on this way I swear God wouldn't let a former altar boy be gay Now maybe it's the wine and weed That made us act so queer Or maybe h*mos**uals have bottled up this beer