thanks to MiaSnape@netscape.net for submitting the lyrics
Wish I could be more less
Wish I could be less more
Underneath the dress
Is a gun pointing at the floor
Wish I could be less me
A little more like you
And finally confess
To all the things you make me do
Oh, I been saying all I can today
And nothing seems to make me gay
Maybe the critic was right
And my work is just therapy
Maybe she was wrong
And on the rag and 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
So I've been saying all I can today
And nothing seems to make me gay
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