did you, ever think you would end up all alone

talking to your girlfriends telephone

yesterday you broke up; now your through

and she said it's not because of you

you try to ask her simply why, you start to scream & start to cry

then she tells you once again, where her tongue has really been

she met a girl on friday night, they start to kiss and start to bite

and the rest is history, that's why this girl is not with me

my girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh

my girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh

my girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh

my girlfriend



two weeks later, at a party in the boones

i saw my girlfriend and another leave the room

they went upstairs, and they turned off all the lights

i sat and watched em' cause, that's what a loser does

somebody tell me what the hell is wrong with me

my luck with women, still remains a mystery

i can't keep the girls, from always changing sides

unless they're fat & ugly, even then they fantacize

[repeat chorus....]



i want to be a lezbian

i want to be a lezbian

i want to be a lezbian

i want to be a lezbian like you