I think that your hate gives you hard-on
One hand down there while one hand writes
Your column
It's a shame you're made that way
When everyone laughs at what you say
But I am sure we can convert you our way
We have ways to guide you through
There's therapy for pervs like you
Standard psychiatry would do
Ex-pervs testify to it too
But I'm not sure if it works for all your life
Or if the pervert lingers sad and sick inside
I think that your hatred makes you as wet as the sea
I know that your hatred is how you define being free
And although change is a pretty small task
You say it's a big ask, it's too big an ask
I know that it's tough for you
But dykes are here to help you through
With sermons on pleasures for you
And lessons in humanity too
But I'm not sure if it works for all your life
Or if the pervert lingers sad and sick inside
We have ways to guide you through
There's therapy for pervs like you
Standard psychiatry would do
Ex-pervs testify to it too
But I'm not sure if it works for all your life
Or if the pervert lingers sad and sick inside
Lalalalalalalalala it's a big ask
Lalalalalalalalala that's a big ask...