look at the clock is it time to admit its right ignore the mime to my left is my girl to my right, my boy which side do i go to ticky-tacky, hoy hoy hoy am i gay am i bi or do i just want some hair pie can you taste it can you taste it no matter what you say don't waste it the clock is ticking find my nerve now on state a car will swerve am i bi or a bit shy the only way i can tell only god knows why which way do you go and i'll go too im not moving tis true, tis true am i gay well, maybe not cause i can tell im not on pot well the question has been asked and now it is time to see the beauty not the crime insult my intelligence when the wind blows someone in a town gay, grows for it is wrong to feel bad bout being different angry, or mad is it time to feel right i cant wait till our night now i declare this poem will rhyme and on the jumbo tron it says yes, dear, its timeBirth sign: Aries
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