Well Wendy likes boys,
But she likes girls better.
And way deep down in my heart,
I think I knew that,
When I met her.
But I couldn’t help myself,
It’s just a thing I’ll never change.
Them women always trip my trigger,
Man I know it sounds strange.
I like girls who like girls,
I always have and I always will,
I like ’em strong and independent,
They don’t mind pickin’ up the bill.
Well I like girls who like girls,
My sorry heart cannot be still.
I like girls who like girls.
I guess it started with the drummer,
In my very first band.
She made me ache just like a woman,
When she walked just like a man.
She said it wasn’t nothin’ personal,
But she could never want me.
I had too much equipment.
That’s always gonna haunt me.
Well it’s a twisted little world,
And we all got our little kinks.
I truly do not give a damn,
What other twisted people think.
And as for romances and redezvous,
You get ’em when you can,
When you’re a lesbian
Trapped inside the body of a man.
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