One Too Twee
Are you implying, Sir, that I am gay?
I assure, Sir, I never swing that way
I'll admit a bulging pair of pants
Will lead me to give a second glance
And I may admire Lord of the dance
But my manner, Sir, is anything but fey
Meeting women, Sir, has never been my bane
I have had them, Sir, quite often and again
I admired their lovely underwear
I have helped them comb and style their hair
And with home decor I have a flair
More proof then that, Sir, for you I do not deign
I suggest, Sir, that you turn the mirror 'round
You will find, Sir, looking back there is a clown
Though you speak the rhetoric of hate
The search for man-love is your fate
In alleys dark, on evenings late
Your true nature, Sir, is waiting to be found
I assure, Sir, I never swing that way
I'll admit a bulging pair of pants
Will lead me to give a second glance
And I may admire Lord of the dance
But my manner, Sir, is anything but fey
Meeting women, Sir, has never been my bane
I have had them, Sir, quite often and again
I admired their lovely underwear
I have helped them comb and style their hair
And with home decor I have a flair
More proof then that, Sir, for you I do not deign
I suggest, Sir, that you turn the mirror 'round
You will find, Sir, looking back there is a clown
Though you speak the rhetoric of hate
The search for man-love is your fate
In alleys dark, on evenings late
Your true nature, Sir, is waiting to be found