Song of the day

Trees
By: McCafferty

Slept in your room with your friends on the inside
Needed some air, so I slept on the outside
Down on the couch with your boyfriend, I need this
The smell of his hair and the taste of his lips
I am hiding in the closest, but I'm not a faggot
My friends never found out, my mom was a Christian
My dad is an Alchie, I bet that he kills me
I don't know how God thinks, but God, do you love me?
I don't know how God thinks, but God, do you love me?
I don't know how God thinks, but God, do you love me?
She says I need a certain satisfaction kind
It's something you could never give to my type
She said I need a certain satisfaction kind
It's something you could never give to my, to my, to my-
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (hey!) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (hey!) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Just string me up, two or three
Just string me up, down by the trees
Just bought my pants, I'm such a freak
A fucking fag that never sees
Just string me up, two or three
Just string me up, down by the trees
Just bought my pants, I'm such a freak
I'm such a freak! I'm such a freak!
She says I need a certain satisfaction kind
It's something you could never give to my type
She said I need a certain satisfaction kind
It's something you could never give to my, to my, to my-
To my, to my, to my, to yours
To my, to my, to my, to yours
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (hey!) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Fuck!