Gary
Isn't it scary?
Isn't it scary?
That even my lips are white
And I want Gary to burn me tonight
Standing holding hands with Bowser
Sorry to chill your chin
But I've got dirt'll slip through my skin
No more dancing, I spit on your bed
Get my stickers from a mister with a bag for a head
That's right, why hi Gary, I'm in love with you
Don't get older
Stay the same age
Could you wait
Till I get to your place?
And I won't give him your name
And then we won't have time to blame
Just gouge your eyes out Your balls must burn
You know it's my turn
It's my turn
You know I hate to celebrate him
Just to paint him like Gary, and the sun atop his lap
A gold cap, and his buttons undone
Then I'm saying Bye-bye Gary, isn't that a clue?
I will never feel
Till Gary becomes real
Autor(es): Tex Patrello