Wish I could be less more
Underneath the dress
Is a gun pointed at the floor
Wish I could be less me
And a little more like you
I'd finally confess
To all things that you make me do
Oh I've been singing all I can today
And nothing seems to make me gay
Maybe the critic was right
And my work is just therapy
Or maybe she was wrong
And on the rag feeling slightly icky
And maybe I would rather
Just be on speed
Or perhaps it would help if I had the right
To get my sad ass married
Oh I've been singing all I can today
And nothing seems to make me gay
As in happy
Wish I could be more less Wish I could be less more Underneath the dress Is a gun pointed at the floor Wish I could be less me And a little more like you I'd finally confess To all things that you make me do Oh I've been singing all I can today And nothing seems to make me gay Maybe the critic was right And my work is just therapy Or maybe she was wrong And on the rag feeling slightly icky And maybe I would rather Just be on speed Or perhaps it would help if I had the right To get my sad ass married Oh I've been singing all I can today And nothing seems to make me gay As in happy Explain Request ×
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