This poem is ridiculous
And you’re so predictable
Together you are
Ridiculously predictable

And you spin your hair
On your skinny little finger
I stop and stare
Let my scent linger

Eyes are a deep sea green
Attitude of a beauty queen
This feels right
It’s a perfect night

But you’re gay
Why are you gay?
You tell me you like men
Kissed a boy in your closet when you were ten
You liked playing with Barbies- but only Ken
I love everything about you
And I am not about to
Leave you alone

With your news paper
You count me out
Keep reading about that ***** shaper
Oh, you make me want to shout

What can I say?
You’re gay
You tell me you like men
Kissed a boy in your closet when you were ten
You liked playing with Barbies- but mostly Ken

Tight jeans and collared shirts
Stick up your nose at the dirts
Got your cappuccino and walk around
Crush your cigarette butts into the ground

Get your books for class
Tap your boyfriend’s ***
God, you’re so predictable