My Gaydar is Broken
My Gaydar is broken
What am I to do?
Let me tell you a story
And I swear that it’s 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 Adonis’ 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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