| When I was younger
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| My daddy told me I would never
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| Never amount to nothing special
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| He’d come at me from every angle
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| He’d say, «You're the last thing I wanted, the last thing I need
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| How am I going to answer when my friends tell me
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| My son was kissing boys in the street
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| My son was kissing boys in the street?
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| He’d try to change me
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| Say I’m embarrassing my country
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| How could I do this to my family
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| Do I wanna grow up being lonely
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| He’d say, «We have worked for our money
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| We’ve put you in school
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| Is this how you repay us?
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| Do you think this is cool?
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| My son, stop kissing boys in the street
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| My son, stop kissing boys in the street
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| Now that I’m older
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| My daddy’s heart’s a little warmer
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| But he still won’t hug me like my brother
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| And he still won’t kiss me like my mother
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| He’d say, You are part of this family
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| I made you myself
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| But the way that you act isn’t good for your health
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| My son, stop kissing boys in the street
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| My son, stop kissing boys in the street"
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| Uhhh…
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| Ohh…
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| My daddy’s dying
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| But he’s finally realized I’m not lying
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| We sit in silence but we’re smiling
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| Because for once, we are not fighting
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| He’d say, «There was no way of knowing
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| 'Cause all I was taught
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| Is men only love women, but now I’m not sure
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| My son, keep kissing boys in the street
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| My son, keep kissing boys in the street
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| When I’m gone, keep kissing boys in the street» |