did you, ever think you would end up all alone
talking to your girlfriends telephone
yesterday you broke up; now your through
and she said it's not because of you
you try to ask her simply why, you start to scream & start to cry
then she tells you once again, where her tongue has really been
she met a girl on friday night, they start to kiss and start to bite
and the rest is history, that's why this girl is not with me
my girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh
my girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh
my girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh
my girlfriend

two weeks later, at a party in the boones
i saw my girlfriend and another leave the room
they went upstairs, and they turned off all the lights
i sat and watched em' cause, that's what a loser does
somebody tell me what the hell is wrong with me
my luck with women, still remains a mystery
i can't keep the girls, from always changing sides
unless they're fat & ugly, even then they fantacize
<i>[repeat chorus....]</i>

One day (one day)
My time (my time)
Will come (will come)
So why do I
Pretend to give a lousy spit, when I’m really almost over it
I want to be a flirt, that girl inside her skirt
I’ll make her come again it’s true, I wanna be a lezbian like you

i want to be a lezbian
i want to be a lezbian
i want to be a lezbian
i want to be a lezbian like you