When I was twelve years old I mingled with my feminine side
They called me faggot I won't forget it
That's probably when I learned how to lie
Sarah was a slut we were told
She got fucked in the tunnel slide
She was a white girl he was a black boy
That's probably when I learned how to lie
Peeping through your windows I can smell the warmth of sex
It's a naughty little game but you can show me who's the best
Your hands are getting tired and your lips are cracked and red
I put my mouth to your pillow to share secrets with your bed
I won't spend time evaluating
The time my dad caught me masturbating it's no crime
We were young and experimenting
To keep our bodies from fermenting it's no crime
Your disease was shared with me
My life's been filled with inadequacies it's no crime
When I was twelve years old I mingled with a girl's insides
It's on my fingers we smell my fingers
About that time we knew just why
Sarah was young and bold
She knew all those stories were lies
She had a girlfriend her name was Lisa
About that time we knew just why


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