George Michael Songtext
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George Michael Songtext
We knew you were gay with Father Figure.
I mean what else could you be.
Still, for a long time, only rumors.
A girl of mine she dated Seal
Who said she saw you make eyes at him across the pool,
Or was it the pool table, at his fancy mansion.
Still, you had to be caught in a park bathroom
With a cop to come out.
Still, nothing changes, even, especially for pop stars,
But that was the last sneaky BJ for you.
Next a video in mirrored aviators about public sex and shame
Made all ten of us proud as we watched
In a San Diego gay bar.
Still, you got free.
Now I guess your "family" will euphemize your death
From "complications from pneumonia"
Or however they′re coding it these days.
Your family consists of straight girls
Who wanked off to you at 13 because
They couldn't see your real family was us Still the plague makes of us diseased pariahs,
Even the rich famous successful handsome perfect out ones,
Even if we were never sick. we stand for the sick.
We stand up to those who want to
Defend your honor by saying you weren′t
And what. we're better than our dead friends
Cuz we didn't die of the plague?
You would have tossed that bullshit aside
You stood for us. for you.
Wear a gold star when you′re not Jewish.
Say you′re pos when you're negative. you′d do it.
Although you can't chime in on this thread,
I have to believe you would have.
See, I do need another hero. I do have faith.
Switch a star on your belly.
Turn systems of privilege and flags upside down.
Right now truth is monumental.
But a lie to make a point is fine as you always were
We′re sick, and proud of it
I mean what else could you be.
Still, for a long time, only rumors.
A girl of mine she dated Seal
Who said she saw you make eyes at him across the pool,
Or was it the pool table, at his fancy mansion.
Still, you had to be caught in a park bathroom
With a cop to come out.
Still, nothing changes, even, especially for pop stars,
But that was the last sneaky BJ for you.
Next a video in mirrored aviators about public sex and shame
Made all ten of us proud as we watched
In a San Diego gay bar.
Still, you got free.
Now I guess your "family" will euphemize your death
From "complications from pneumonia"
Or however they′re coding it these days.
Your family consists of straight girls
Who wanked off to you at 13 because
They couldn't see your real family was us Still the plague makes of us diseased pariahs,
Even the rich famous successful handsome perfect out ones,
Even if we were never sick. we stand for the sick.
We stand up to those who want to
Defend your honor by saying you weren′t
And what. we're better than our dead friends
Cuz we didn't die of the plague?
You would have tossed that bullshit aside
You stood for us. for you.
Wear a gold star when you′re not Jewish.
Say you′re pos when you're negative. you′d do it.
Although you can't chime in on this thread,
I have to believe you would have.
See, I do need another hero. I do have faith.
Switch a star on your belly.
Turn systems of privilege and flags upside down.
Right now truth is monumental.
But a lie to make a point is fine as you always were
We′re sick, and proud of it
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