So Grow A beard
Beautiful men—they’re gay.
Wispy hands, the flick of a wrist,
Trotting preferred over walking,
A tear, a smile,
The admiration of a friend.
It’s all gay,
Passing notes, playing tennis,
Dancing or prancing, certainly singing,
Curve-shaped lips, a high note,
Hair or no hair, a goatee,
A love of babies, no love for babies,
Tight shirts, glossed hair, nice feet,
Certainly, even at church.
Don’t you know they’re all gay?
Except for ugly burly men with beards,
I might go find me one of these.
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Wispy hands, the flick of a wrist,
Trotting preferred over walking,
A tear, a smile,
The admiration of a friend.
It’s all gay,
Passing notes, playing tennis,
Dancing or prancing, certainly singing,
Curve-shaped lips, a high note,
Hair or no hair, a goatee,
A love of babies, no love for babies,
Tight shirts, glossed hair, nice feet,
Certainly, even at church.
Don’t you know they’re all gay?
Except for ugly burly men with beards,
I might go find me one of these.
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