I sit and I watch, and I wait to play
In all that organized disarray

They run and laugh, and brightly smile
I'm just so curious about their odd style

I've never thought of chasing girls
I never once dreamt of their curls

Their skin is soft, sure I guess
And long legs do look good in a dress

But still, their high-pitched giggles don't arouse me
Nor do their hair, left down and free

Red lipstick just looks cheap, smeared across their face
And only ****** wear legs of lace

But you are different
From your smile, to your hair, right to your scent

You're special and kind
Wild, yet also refined

You're all this and more
Yet I know I'm not the one you adore

To be a man in love with a man
Is a fate no female can comprehend

And it hurts me every day
Waiting for my turn to play