Did you, ever think you would end up all alone
Talking to your girlfriends telephone
Yesterday you broke up; now your through
And she said it's not because of you
You try to ask her simply why, you start to scream & start to cry
Then she tells you once again, where her tongue has really been
She met a girl on friday night, they start to kiss and start to bite
And the rest is history, that's why this girl is not with me
My girlfriend, whoa oh – wa oh oh
My girlfriend, whoa oh – wa oh oh
My girlfriend, whoa oh – wa oh oh
My girlfriend

Two weeks later, at a party in the boones
I saw my girlfriend and another leave the room
They went upstairs, and they turned off all the lights
I sat and watched em' cause, that's what a loser does
Somebody tell me what the hell is wrong with me
My luck with women, still remains a mystery
I can't keep the girls, from always changing sides
Unless they're fat & ugly, even then they fantacize
[repeat chorus….]

I want to be a lezbian
I want to be a lezbian
I want to be a lezbian
I want to be a lezbian like you