Fag Hag
I like apple pieAnd you like banoffeeWe both love shopping for furnitureAnd meeting for coffeeWe pretend we're into art galleries'Cause it makes us feel cleverWe're both in our element when we're on our kneesWhatever the weather
I could be your fag hagAnd you could be my gayI'll never make you feel sadWhen you come out to play
I could be your fag hagAnd you could be my gayI'll never make you feel sadWhen you come out to play
We don't give a fuckWhat people are thinkingI know you'll always look out for meWhen we go out drinkingI can ask you things I can't ask anyoneAnd you'll give me directionApart from me, you're the only other person I knowWho reads the travel section
I could be your fag hagAnd you could be my gayI'll never make you feel sadWhen you come out to play
I could be your fag hagAnd you could be my gayI'll never make you feel sadWhen you come out to play
I could be your fag hagAnd you could be my gayI'll never make you feel sadWhen you come out to play
I could be your fag hagAnd you could be my gayI'll never make you feel sadWhen you come out to play