Slept in your room

With your friends on the inside

Needed some airSo 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 hide in the closet

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?

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

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (hey!)

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (hey!)

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Just string me up, two or three

Just string me up, down by the trees

Just burn my pants, I′m such a freak

A fucking faggot that never sees

Just string me up, to retreat

Just string me up, down by the trees

Just burn 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

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (hey!)

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Fuck!