clock strikes the midnight hour, and the chat begins with "gay"
still enough time to figure out how to make a rude awake
i've gone all night, much i've frowned, but the plight of gays won't let me down
lord, can we type for...the glory of yours?

oh, i wanna offend somebody, i wanna feel a shriek from somebody
lord, i wanna offend somebody...the somebodies who hate thee

i know no love, say cross old wenches: "dylan's blue and down,"
truer to say they're just feeling grim, their closed minds won't learn about
why needing man's a place for ma'ams, why real grown-ups yearn for straight fucks , not scams
lord, can we type for...the glory of yours?

oh, i wanna offend somebody...i wanna be a creep to the hotties
lord, i wanna offend somebody...cuz queerbodies rewrite thee my mclyrics



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