I hope wewe hang yourself with your H&M scarf
While jacking off listening to Mozart
wewe bitch, kahaba and moan about L.A.
Wishing wewe were in the rain kusoma Hemingway
wewe don’t eat meat and drive electrical cars
You’re so indie rock it’s almost an art
wewe need SPF45
Just to stay alive

You’re so gay and wewe don’t even like boys
No wewe don’t even like, no wewe don’t even like, no wewe don’t even like boys
You’re so gay and wewe don’t even like boys
No wewe don’t even like, no wewe don’t even like, no wewe don’t even like boys

You’re so sad maybe wewe should buy a happy meal
You’re so skinny wewe should really super size the deal
Secretly wewe you’re so amused
And nobody understands you
I’m so mean cuz cannot get wewe out of your head
I’m so angry cuz you’d rather my space instead
I can’t believe I fell in upendo
With someone that wears zaidi make up and

You’re so gay and wewe don’t even like boys
No wewe don’t even like, no wewe don’t even like, no wewe don’t even like boys
You’re so gay and wewe don’t even like boys
No wewe don’t even like, no wewe don’t even like, no wewe don’t even like

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
La, la, la
La, la, la
Oh, oh, oh
Do, do, do, do, bop, bop, bow
Do, do, do, bop, bop. siku
You’re so gay, you’re so gay

wewe walking around like you’re oh so debonair
wewe pull them down and there’s really nothing there
I wish wewe would just be real with me

You’re so gay and wewe don’t even like boys
No wewe don’t even like, no wewe don’t even like, no wewe don’t even like boys
You’re so gay and wewe don’t even like boys
No wewe don’t even like, no wewe don’t even like, no wewe don’t even like
You’re so gay and wewe don’t even like boys
No wewe don’t even like, no wewe don’t even like, no wewe don’t even like
No wewe don’t even like, no wewe don’t even like, no, no, no, no, no, no