standing in line, looking lame.
wondering why everyone else looks the same.
these boys in tight pants are freaking me out.
and honey, jenkos were gone a long time ago.
could there be something i don’t know about?
when did i get so old?

i can’t believe him holding her hand.
she has a belly the size of an acre of land.
maybe she’s pregnant.
i’ll never know.
to ask is rude.
so she’s a fatty for sho.

i’m sure she’s got a great personality.

and i wonder why the world is unfolding around me.
people stepping up to the front to see.
and i’m back here waiting.
and then he comes.
and i’m still left waiting.
i don’t know what its coming from.

i must have a mark of lame on my face.
something i thought had gotten erased.
don’t touch her, she’s got aids.
don’t look in to her eyes.
i’m telling you she’s not afraid.
to tell your mother lies.

there could be something i don’t know.
but admitting that fault will never go.
if you won’t tell me.
i’m good right here.
standing in this line.
looking queer.