dykes see as mysteries, feminine things, man is known
"we're queer, not all the same," says their de...ni...alllllllllll
"men, we know their game, us dykes need tits like males
dumbfounded with she, we wonder what's her fare
outcasted, devoured after gym in showers
us dykes are males, it's seperation's ails"
"i'm queer by choice," says 'pride' of gay things calling
"it's not my choice, it's in mom's loins," hear the violins
"mind's closed, but wide open if straights come calling:
their love is right, our 'love' is trite, help we're melting!"