Lately I have found That when I’m down You kick me in balls If I’m high you drag me to the ground Beat me till my face stops making that cracking sound Then drag my corpse through the halls Its moments like these Tied to a flag pole with my pants at my knees That I wish I were gay Cause then I wouldn’t end up swaying in the breeze Screaming could you help me down please All because your lips hold me in your sway I wouldn’t be locked in my locker Cause you heard me say that yeah I’d fuck her It wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t after the dance My friends say that I ought to end it and I concur But its hard when I can’t even talk with her Its either pain or pleasure, slap or take off your pants Its all because of that damn sex appeal Can’t seem to say it, yea... whats the deal? I know its wrong but what can I say I can’t resist the way her body feels So what? The burns and scars will heal I still bet I’m getting more than you anyday