| I’m gonna pick you up at the bus stop
|
| Front of the TLA
|
| I’m gonna take you down to Allentown, baby
|
| The Crocodile Cafe
|
| We’re gonna walk, talk, the terminal block
|
| I’ll tell you what you need to know
|
| And with your suit, black, your hair combed back
|
| Looking like a switchblade
|
| I wanna be with my kind
|
| But they’re so hard to find
|
| I wanna be with my androgyne friend
|
| I’m so inclined
|
| I will go into the dark to find you
|
| And pull you from a deep dark hole
|
| Your ex tried to suicide you
|
| And I will throttle every hater that tries to approach
|
| Cuz they don’t know you
|
| They think they do but they don’t
|
| No they don’t know you
|
| You’re a free girl now you can’t be owned
|
| I wanna be with my kind
|
| But they’re so hard to find
|
| I wanna be with my androgyne friend
|
| I’m so inclined
|
| In the stillness of your cold black room
|
| While your folks bicker outside
|
| And the needle scratches the end of A Hard Day’s Night
|
| The icon over the bed looms
|
| The thoughts repeat, I know them
|
| I know that feeling in your chest
|
| I know that feeling in your chest
|
| I know that feeling
|
| I know that feeling
|
| I know that feeling
|
| I wanna be with my kind
|
| But they’re so hard to find
|
| I wanna be with my androgyne friend
|
| I’m so inclined |