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I hope you hang yourself with your H and M scarf While jacking off listening to Mozart You bitch and moan about L.A. Wishing you were in the rain reading Hemingway You don’t eat meat and drive electrical cars You’re so indie rock it’s almost an art You need SPF45 Just to stay alive You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys No you don’t even like, no you don’t even like, No you don’t even like boys You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys No you don’t even like, no you don’t even like, No you don’t even like boys You’re so sad maybe you should buy a happy meal You’re so skinny you should really super size the deal Secretly you you’re so amused And nobody understands you I’m so mean cuz cannot get you out of your head I’m so angry cuz you’d rather my space instead I can’t believe I fell in love With someone that wears more make up and You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys No you don’t even like, no you don’t even like, No you don’t even like boys You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys No you don’t even like, no you don’t even like, no you don’t even like Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh La, la, la La, la, la Oh, oh, oh Do, do, do, do, bop, bop, bow Do, do, do, bop, bop. day You’re so gay, you’re so gay You walking around like you’re oh so debonair You pull them down and there’s really nothing there I wish you would get a clue that it’s not all about you You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys No you don’t even like, no you don’t even like, No you don’t even like boys You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys No you don’t even like, no you don’t even like, No you don’t even like You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys No you don’t even like, no you don’t even like, No you don’t even like No you don’t even like, no you don’t even like, no, no, no, no, no, no...
