The rumours say that you are gay
And I find that I don't care
I'm smitten by your charming style
and your locks of curly hair

Even though you're an arrogant man
With a hunger to dominate
And friends advise me to look to another -
the others will have to wait

I want to play with a boy like you
Restless, impenetrable one
To find a way into your fragile heart
and light you up like the sun

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