Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The College Try , by - Garfunkel and Oates. Release date: 09.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The College Try , by - Garfunkel and Oates. The College Try |
| There comes a time in everyone’s life |
| When they choose stasis or they choose to grow |
| To be open new views and experiences |
| And challenge what they think they know |
| We don’t live a in a black and white world |
| And sexuality exists in the gray |
| You can’t define those roles so rigidly |
| By saying someone’s totally straight or totally gay |
| 'Cause people are just people |
| And love today is omnisexual |
| God, I love this new side of me |
| As a modern heteroflexible |
| So with the help of a lot of booze |
| I find a girl and we make out |
| And it feels the same as kissing a guy |
| So I don’t see what the fuss is about |
| We keep hooking up and it feels so good |
| And with my new broad outlook firmly in place |
| I’ve come so far, it feels so right |
| There’s a vagina in my face and I’m all |
| Holy shit I didn’t expect that, didn’t know I’d react that way |
| I was repelled like negatively charged ions in a magnetic field |
| Or like I got pricked by a thorn |
| I’m Cinderella and it’s midnight and my coach turned into a woman |
| I haven’t been that close to a vagina since I was born |
| I thought I understood what was up down there |
| But it’s just so human when you see it up close |
| It’s a messy visible secreting organ |
| Real woman genitals are kinda gross |
| I thought it’d be smooth and non-threatening |
| Or nonexistent like Barbie’s |
| Instead it looks like a half eaten Beef and Cheddar |
| In the garbage can at Arby’s |
| It’s wrinkly and flappy and uneven and messy |
| And kind of pink but also kind of brown |
| With a super aggressive tongue-like hole |
| And a hoody triangle protruding skin mound |
| It’s like a weather beaten deflated football |
| Or a decomposing, bloody pear |
| Or a toothless mouth with gum rot and yeast |
| That’s salivating and covered in hair |
| I knew it smelled weird but this is extreme |
| Like old French dressing at a salad bar |
| Or expired banana Activia |
| Or a dead, rotting turtle you left in your car |
| It reminds me of the smell of my grandma’s house |
| Or a guinea pig with bacterial disease |
| Wafting from a jar of formaldahyde |
| Or fresh Spaghetti-O's and warm blue cheese |
| Oh God I can’t believe I said that |
| That was insensitive and immature |
| I swear I’m not homophobic or anti-woman |
| Just caught of guard for sure |
| The female anatomy’s divine and perfect |
| And should be eternally celebrated |
| And revered for it’s role as beautiful vessel |
| Wherein all life is created |
| And when I think about it I’m all |
| Sorry for the confusion ma’am |
| I guess I’m not that evolved |
| And my illusions of bisexuality |
| Just instantly dissolved |
| I mourn the cool new life I’d envisioned |
| Where love renders gender preference obsolete |
| 'Cause when I looked a vagina in the eye |
| I made a hasty, ungraceful retreat |
| So my sad but definite conclusion is |
| That my mouth is for food and penises only |
| But I’m happy so many people like it down there |
| Otherwise I’d be really lonely |
| And I can’t believe I have one of those |
| Ew |