Wish I could be more less, wish I could be less more
Underneath the dress is a gun pointing at the floor
Wish I could be less me, and a little more like you
I'd finally confess to all the things you make me do

Oh, I've been saying all I can today,
And nothing seems to make me gay

Maybe the critic was right and my work is just therapy,
Or maybe she was wrong and on the rag feeling slightly icky
Maybe I would rather just be on speed,
Or perhaps it would help if I had the right to get my sad-ass married

Oh, I've been saying all I can today,
And nothing seems to make me gay... as in happy!