The Bisexual

There's a brand new man in town He shares in my interests He's a handsome, well-fed clown Got his eyes on dessert "Why don't you come over So you can hear me?" "You're a snake in the grass I don't want you near me" Well, he said, "You've got me wrong It's not her I am after." There's an argument that says Everyone is a little bit You know Well I shuffle in my seat And I had to admit it He was more like me than me And I couldn't forget it Well he moved on to the sofa And I avoided all his glances And I concentrated on her I shift from side to side And I mumble like a child And I contemplate disaster