This won't be easy, you think me strange
As I try to explain how I feel...
But I still need your love after all that I've done...
Won't you believe me...?
All you can see is a boy you know, gay,
And though I'm dressed up to the nines,
I'm not femme and not butch are they...

I had to let it happen, I couldn't change...
Couldn't stay all my life here with girls...
Looking out to the sidewalk, gawking at some guy's buns...
So I chose freedom,
Running around, trying every guy, free...
O, men are the best of them all...
I didn't expect them to be...

Don't cry for me, Marge and Tina...
The truth is I never left you
Although with wild gays,
My mad existence,
You are my friends still...
Don't keep your distance...

And as for females, all of those femmes...
I never invited them in...
Though it seems to the straights, they're what should be desired...
They are illusions
And not the solutions they promised to be...
I knew I liked men all the time...
I love you and hope you love me...

Don't cry for me, Marge and Tina...

Don't cry for me, Marge and Tina...
The truth is I never left you
Although with wild gays,
My mad existence,
You are my friends still...
Don't keep your distance...

Have I said too much?
What other ways are there so I can convince you...?
And, I see, that I must kiss my boyfriend...
You'll see that all of it is true....

Don't cry for me, Marge and Tina...