My Gaydar is Broken



My Gaydar is broken

What am I to do?

Let me tell you a story

And I swear that itís true


He stood by the bar

In his pink jumper and ass hugging jeans

A god from above

Just out of his teens


I sat at the bar

And decided to ask him to dance

I drank enough courage

To get up and take my chance


Then she walked through the door

All legs and swinging hips

And planted a huge wet kiss

On my Adonisí lips


My Gaydar is broken

So I sat at the bar and drank until late

Pondering the question

Why are all the cute guys straight.



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