Tex Patrello - Gary

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
Til 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
Til Gary becomes real