You're on the phone with your boyfriend
he's upset
He's going off about something that you said
'Cause he doesn't get your humor like I do
I'm in my room
It's a typical Sunday night
I'm listening to the kind of music he doesn't like
And he'll never know your story like I do'
But he wears black n white
I wear pink
he's closeted And I'm in the pride marches
Dreaming about the day when you wake up
And find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you can see I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see
You belong with me
You belong with me
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