2015 working at a museum
I heard the words from Justice Scalia
They told the world that we were now equal
Marriage legalized
Tears in our eyes
Jumping up and down party time
First gay couple in Michigan were friends of mine
But I wondered, would this change my life?
The new guy at work locks eyes with me
Not trying to flirt, it’s a fantasy but
I turn the corner and swoon up against the wall
I’m overcome by feelings I can’t control
Sassoku kokoro ga doki doki suru
Mattaku atama ga kura shite kuru
Oh my god, calm down
It’s just 1 out of every 18
That’s the chance he bats for my team
1 out of every 18
No hair don’t break the deal
That dad bod still got sex appeal
Oh my god, I just can’t conceal
The way I feel about you
I want to make contact
But it’s a mismatch
Cause I’m an alien who landed in a space crash
Flashback, coming out at age 15
Who would’ve thought being gay
Would be so meaningless?
Just an inconvenience?
Work for love
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
Work for love
Is there another dimension
That they just don’t care
Don’t care to mention?
Maybe I’m from there
Cause I don’t make sense
I’m drawn to the wrong ones
Stuck in the uneven
Don’t tell me bout Boystown, Gazi, Castro, Chelsea, Grindr, Scruff
Don’t tell me bout The Apartment
Or Fukuoka
I’ve had enough
I go out to see some fresh faces
Skinny jeans in warehouse spaces but
My gaydar don’t get one blip
My tastebuds are not equipped for
All beef and no fruit
This meal won’t do
I gotta go to work
Work for love
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
Work for love
I’m a ghoul, turn around, I’m invisible
Start to speak, and I’m pure
Homosexual
Looking at you, looking for clues
A probe
A flick of the wrist, a feminine twist
A tone
There are things you don’t learn in high school
Games you play when your little mouth starts to drool
Gay pride, what’s that? Sounds fun
Big parades and hot dudes, we’re #1
But real life is not like that
Queer dudes with 2% body fat
I go out to see some fresh faces
Skinny jeans in warehouse spaces but
My gaydar don’t get one blip
My tastebuds are not equipped for —
1 out of every 18
That’s the chance he bats for my team
1 out of every 18
No vitamin G, I’m getting fed up
Cool dudes are plenty, but gay ones are not enough
It’s not enough
I heard the words from Justice Scalia
They told the world that we were now equal
Marriage legalized
Tears in our eyes
Jumping up and down party time
First gay couple in Michigan were friends of mine
But I wondered, would this change my life?
The new guy at work locks eyes with me
Not trying to flirt, it’s a fantasy but
I turn the corner and swoon up against the wall
I’m overcome by feelings I can’t control
Sassoku kokoro ga doki doki suru
Mattaku atama ga kura shite kuru
Oh my god, calm down
It’s just 1 out of every 18
That’s the chance he bats for my team
1 out of every 18
No hair don’t break the deal
That dad bod still got sex appeal
Oh my god, I just can’t conceal
The way I feel about you
I want to make contact
But it’s a mismatch
Cause I’m an alien who landed in a space crash
Flashback, coming out at age 15
Who would’ve thought being gay
Would be so meaningless?
Just an inconvenience?
Work for love
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
Work for love
Is there another dimension
That they just don’t care
Don’t care to mention?
Maybe I’m from there
Cause I don’t make sense
I’m drawn to the wrong ones
Stuck in the uneven
Don’t tell me bout Boystown, Gazi, Castro, Chelsea, Grindr, Scruff
Don’t tell me bout The Apartment
Or Fukuoka
I’ve had enough
I go out to see some fresh faces
Skinny jeans in warehouse spaces but
My gaydar don’t get one blip
My tastebuds are not equipped for
All beef and no fruit
This meal won’t do
I gotta go to work
Work for love
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
Work for love
I’m a ghoul, turn around, I’m invisible
Start to speak, and I’m pure
Homosexual
Looking at you, looking for clues
A probe
A flick of the wrist, a feminine twist
A tone
There are things you don’t learn in high school
Games you play when your little mouth starts to drool
Gay pride, what’s that? Sounds fun
Big parades and hot dudes, we’re #1
But real life is not like that
Queer dudes with 2% body fat
I go out to see some fresh faces
Skinny jeans in warehouse spaces but
My gaydar don’t get one blip
My tastebuds are not equipped for —
1 out of every 18
That’s the chance he bats for my team
1 out of every 18
No vitamin G, I’m getting fed up
Cool dudes are plenty, but gay ones are not enough
It’s not enough
( Fruit punch )
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