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 [repeat chorus....] 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