That feeling, those feelings, that tingling I have
The twinkling, the gleaming, screaming within
The bleeding, the pleading, the grieving that’s been
Confusing when it’s who I am.
That damn gene, you see, she’s the gasoline, she keeps me clinging
Whether or not you like it, I can’t fight it
It’s innate, it’s great, whether or not I’m straight.
People stare, I swear, it's hard to bare
How do you do it, make me aware
The rudeness, the prudence I have to include
How shrewd, how bad of a mood
Let us be, let us be, different we may be
How happy you must be to be free
Free to be happy, free to be you, no matter your hue
Let us be us, and let us pass through