Eighty-eight percent of guys
Eighty-eight percent
Fifteen percent of guys are fa*gs
But seventy-three percent
Rather die than sleep with a man
I'd be too scared to like it
Leave me in the life I know
Not wanting to regret my actions
I run through girls like Leonardo
And I feel normal again
Sure, it doesn't turn me on much
But I think I'm way cooler as a straight guy
How messed-up this world is
Me, I've always done everything right
Why does it still give me that weird feeling
When I see men playing sports
Looks like my desires
In my head, certain thoughts
if I'd rather live by pushing them away
I'd even go back to being poor
Do time or lose an arm
But please, leave me in the twelve percent
Eighty-eight percent of guys
Eighty-eight percent
Fifteen percent of guys
Seventy-three percent
When I'm one hundred percent
One hundred percent feminine
One hundred percent masculine
One hundred percent homophobic
you who wanna beat up gays
You wanna reject your gay side
Like the one who mocks the rich
wants to be rich too
That's what my dad told me
My dad told me
Eighty-eight percent of guys
Eighty-eight percent
Fifteen percent of guys
Seventy-three percent
Are you in the fifteen percent
Eighty-eight percent of guys
My little finger told me
Your little finger told me
My little finger told me
Your little finger told me
Little finger told me
Your little finger told me