brother dear, i'm rather queer
My brother, I mean to tell him this truth of mine,
This one I've kept hidden for quite some time.
Brother dear, I'll say to him, I'm rather queer.
I find myself attracted to beautiful girls, you see.
My stomach whirls
For those white smiles and pretty curls.
My heart beat/beat/beats
When I imagine kissing 'em, soft and sweet.
Each morning I can hardly bring myself to wake,
Because I don't want to fake,
An interest in the kind of boys my friends date
Especially when the thought of junk,
On some supposedly handsome hunk,
Makes me want to hurl.
It's not all that normal,
Many would argue it isn't right.
But I've never been all that formal
And I'm not really uptight.
So the possibilities aren't so bad,
Of me dating a girl who makes me mad,
And has me laughing till I can't laugh
Oh brother mine,
I hope you think its fine,
Or better than,
That I'm pretty gay
And I'm okay.
That you know I'm still me,
And this is the way I'll always be.