| I can’t get used to that you can’t get used to this
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| That they walk hand in hand or publicly kiss
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| Retarded reactionaries won’t let them get married
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| Ironic mustaches unite, Gaga is on our side
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| I just can’t get used to it, in the safety of our own house
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| I thought we got this over with, closets closed, please come out
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| But they won’t toss the bouquet nor the salad or their fiance
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| You let them toss and turn all night with Gaga by their side
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| Why are you so fucking scared of those you call so fucking weak?
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| Why are you so fucking scared? |
| Ask, tell and raise some hell
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| Always defending family values, you speak of moral poverty
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| If you defined it less obtuse I maybe would agree
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| Be welcome at the NFL, no more «don't ask, don’t tell»
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| It’s the players' and the soldiers' right to have Gaga on their side
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| We adopt you as our own, we see you as one of us
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| But don’t think you’re not alone, you’re an outlaw nonetheless
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| We enjoy your idiosyncrasy, we love our mascot to be a drag
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| But don’t touch or approach me personally, don’t come to close, step back |