текст песни trees mccaffrey

Slept in your room With your friends on the inside Needed some air So I slept on the outside Down on the couch With your boyfriend I need this The smell of his hair And the taste of his lips I hide in the closet But I'm not a faggot My friends never found out My mom was a Christian My dad is an alchie I bet that he kills me I don't know how God thinks But God, do you love me? I don't know how God thinks But God, do you love me? I don't know how God thinks But God, do you love? She says I need a certain satisfaction kind It's something you could never give to my type She said I need a certain satisfaction kind It's something you could never give to my To my, to my Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (hey!) Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (hey!) Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Just string me up, two or three Just string me up, down by the trees Just burn my pants, I'm such a freak A fucking faggot that never sees Just string me up, to retreat Just string me up, down by the trees Just burn my pants, I'm such a freak I'm such a freak, I'm such a freak She says I need a certain satisfaction kind It's something you could never give to my type She said I need a certain satisfaction kind It's something you could never give to my To my, to my To my, to my To my, to yours To my, to my To my, to yours Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (hey!) Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Fuck!