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...