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I went out poontangin’, just the other day. I only did it so my friends won’t think I’m gay. I might like the tang, but the **** not so much. I much prefer the guys, but am afraid to say. Two, four, six, eight: Ain’t it great to deviate! Seven, eight, nine, ten: What so great about being straight? I am tired of what some people say about my life How I should settle down and get myself a wife But sooner or later she will choose a game to play That I don’t want to play, you see, because I am gay. One, two, three, four: I don’t want to hide no more! Two, three, four, five: I’m here, I’m queer, and I’m alive! I want to come out, but I don’t want to suffer; I have to be the true person that I am. Acting like a rapacious macho lady’s man Is simply a pose, a body language scam. Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen: Please accept the truth you’ve seen! Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen and more: People pleasing is a crashing bore.
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
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I went out poontangin’, just the other day. I only did it so my friends won’t think I’m gay. I might like the tang, but the **** not so much. I much prefer the guys, but am afraid to say. Two, four, six, eight: Ain’t it great to deviate! Seven, eight, nine, ten: What so great about being straight? I am tired of what some people say about my life How I should settle down and get myself a wife But sooner or later she will choose a game to play That I don’t want to play, you see, because I am gay. One, two, three, four: I don’t want to hide no more! Two, three, four, five: I’m here, I’m queer, and I’m alive! I want to come out, but I don’t want to suffer; I have to be the true person that I am. Acting like a rapacious macho lady’s man Is simply a pose, a body language scam. Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen: Please accept the truth you’ve seen! Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen and more: People pleasing is a crashing bore.
brent-kincaid
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
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