THE LYRICS:
Let me recreate the scene
He listens to Queen and he’s 17
His voice a whiny little purr
Another straight boy
Who says he wants Trent Reznor
He’s just another art school fag
When I met him he was all dressed in drag
He can no longer associate with me
It requires too much honesty
Chorus:
Now he is a straight femme
Watch him run away and run back again
Straight Femme
He’s really really really good at pretend
Straight Femme
A little poontang and he’ll be your friend
Straight Femme
You are such a joke.
Now he’s dealing drugs downtown
With the big fat girl that he likes to pound
It’s an ugly paradox
When he’s on top of Goldielocks
Well I’m not the only one who thinks
He swings both ways
When he walks he’s got a crooked little sway
He thinks no one understands
When we fought we made up
Holding hands…
Repeat Chorus
I think all his friends believe him
But they’re all too stupid
To see it anyway
In this subject I am wise
No straight boy ever asked
For my dick size
Repeat Chorus