Guy On Guy

One two three

He'd thought about it more than once

In search of some experience

Why not try Guy on guy

They always seem to have such fun

They never hurt or judge no one

Black brown or white

Guy on guy

Mama said Son stay

Straight as an arrow

Keep your wrists locked

And your mind real narrow

Don't you want some kids and a wife

But he never fit in with

The jocks or the jesters

Always hung out in the margins of error

Tried to make the most of his life

Walking down the

Street late one night

He stepped into the Golden Knob

And drinking with a dude named Bob

Broke down and cried

And he didn't know why

Then Bobby said welcome home

There's no point in living alone

You're allright

You're allright guy on guy

And soon they moved down

To a place in the Village

Every flea market they'd R**e and pillage

Reservations every night

Bobby hooked him up

With a job at Annetha's

Doing good work he'd

Thought was beneath him

Sucking from the marrow of life

Walking down the

Street late one night

He thought about his change of plans

And how no one ever understands

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Why not try

Guy on guy

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Guy On Guy - David Mead