The psychological you second guess
Your motives hidden deep inside your mind
The leashed impulses seem your source of stress
Your outer self takes umbrage double bind
You sense yourself unnaturally kind
You do your best to hide your need to bore
Your sexual status second class you find
To do or dream it sin the same at core
I didnt know I had a secret score
Unconscious conscience pulled at puppet strings
I followed her in fact just more and more
I was a weirdo wielding wedding rings
I want to grope a boob I know its wrong
I guess I was a homo whole time long
Chorus wrong delinquent foul
