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Slash in your room with your friends on the inside,
Needed some air so I slept on the outside.
Down on the couch with your boyfriend I need this,
The smell of his hair and the taste of his lips.

I am hiding in the closest, but I’m not a faggot.
My friends never found out,
My mom was a Christian,
My dad was an Alchie I bet that he kills me.
I don’t know how god thinks, but god do you love me?
I don’t know how god thinks, but god do you love me?
I don’t know how god thinks, but god do you love me?

She says I need a certain satisfaction kind,
It’s something you could never give to my type.
She said I need a certain satisfaction kind,
It’s something you could never give to my, to my, to my….
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!

Just string me up, two or three.
Just string me up, down by the trees.
Just by my pants, I’m such a freak.
A fucking fag that never sees.

Just string me up, two or three.
Just string me up, down by the trees.
Just by my pants, I’m such a freak.
I’m such a freak! I’m such a freak!

She says I need a certain satisfaction kind,
It’s something you could never give to my type.
She said I need a certain satisfaction kind,
It’s something you could never give to my, to my….
To my, to my, to my, to my, to yours.
To my, to my, to my, to yours
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!

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