Lyrics

Slept 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 is 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! 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 bought 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 bought 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! Fuck!
Writer(s): Nicholas Hartkop Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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