The ********** - Kirin J Callinan.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Nicholas Currie
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Nicholas Currie
[00:10.692]I love women but I'm thinking of giving in.
[00:15.766]I love women,
[00:17.700]but what's the point in arguing with the men from boarding schools and building sites told me I'm homosexual all my life.
[00:31.316]Once a passing and the coughs begin.
[00:36.612]Hell hath no fur like an insure Australian.
[00:42.701]You don't need psychoanalyst to translate this.
[00:47.167]There is open homosexual in our midst,
[00:53.418]the poormo sexual they call me.
[00:56.402]It's all the same to me that spectre they projected.
[01:01.002]I will now pretend to be since Nan Neosis is what passes for normality.
[01:08.914]It's okay with me if I'm queer,
[01:12.805]since their own deafness is called the love of music.
[01:18.431]I won't disuse them.
[01:20.868]I'll make love with their women.
[01:24.036]I'll make them sing.
[01:26.251]No,
[01:27.409]the pleasure their boyfriends will never hear.
[01:45.625]I love women but I take them by surprise,
[01:50.652]pretending absolute indifference to their breasts and thighs like their hairdressers and dressmakers.
[01:59.191]I hear confess reserve for homosexual professionals as I put their feet in stirrups with Marist,
[02:12.339]a trick I learned from a homosexual gynecologist.
[02:17.138]I recall the words my first girlfriend ended our first date with I feel privilege.
[02:25.085]You chose me to go straight with the homemosexual they call me.
[02:30.667]It's all the same to me that spectre they're projecting.
[02:36.028]I now pretend to be since their nuosis is what passes for normality.
[02:44.162]It's okay with me if I'm queer since their tone deafness is called the love of music.
[02:53.250]I won'tuse them.
[02:56.316]I'll make love with their women.
[02:59.170]I'll make them sing.
[03:01.164]Not pleasure that their husbands will never hear.
[03:20.972]You who called me teapot who plagued me with your bile.
[03:26.194]Guess who I've got coming to the boy.
[03:31.034]Why not grab the ne last settle for being the kittle?
[03:34.903]If you pot.
[03:36.369]I take my tea like my revenge.
[03:39.614]Sweet and hot,
[03:41.245]all sexual you call me.
[03:44.990]It's all the same to me that spectre your projecting i now pretend to be since your neurosis is what passes for normality.
[03:57.529]It's okay with me if I'm queer,
[04:01.798]since your tone deafness is called the love of music.
[04:06.952]I won't disabuse you.
[04:10.146]I'll make love with your women.
[04:12.684]I'll make them sing.
[04:15.085]Not's pleasure that you will never hear.
[04:21.582]Never in a million years.
[04:24.489]No fear.
文本歌词
作词 : Nicholas Currie
作曲 : Nicholas Currie
I love women but I'm thinking of giving in.
I love women,
but what's the point in arguing with the men from boarding schools and building sites told me I'm homosexual all my life.
Once a passing and the coughs begin.
Hell hath no fur like an insure Australian.
You don't need psychoanalyst to translate this.
There is open homosexual in our midst,
the poormo sexual they call me.
It's all the same to me that spectre they projected.
I will now pretend to be since Nan Neosis is what passes for normality.
It's okay with me if I'm queer,
since their own deafness is called the love of music.
I won't disuse them.
I'll make love with their women.
I'll make them sing.
No,
the pleasure their boyfriends will never hear.
I love women but I take them by surprise,
pretending absolute indifference to their breasts and thighs like their hairdressers and dressmakers.
I hear confess reserve for homosexual professionals as I put their feet in stirrups with Marist,
a trick I learned from a homosexual gynecologist.
I recall the words my first girlfriend ended our first date with I feel privilege.
You chose me to go straight with the homemosexual they call me.
It's all the same to me that spectre they're projecting.
I now pretend to be since their nuosis is what passes for normality.
It's okay with me if I'm queer since their tone deafness is called the love of music.
I won'tuse them.
I'll make love with their women.
I'll make them sing.
Not pleasure that their husbands will never hear.
You who called me teapot who plagued me with your bile.
Guess who I've got coming to the boy.
Why not grab the ne last settle for being the kittle?
If you pot.
I take my tea like my revenge.
Sweet and hot,
all sexual you call me.
It's all the same to me that spectre your projecting i now pretend to be since your neurosis is what passes for normality.
It's okay with me if I'm queer,
since your tone deafness is called the love of music.
I won't disabuse you.
I'll make love with your women.
I'll make them sing.
Not's pleasure that you will never hear.
Never in a million years.
No fear.