Trees — Mccafferty

Slept in your room
With your friends on the inside
Needed some air
So I slept on the outside
Down on the couch
With your boyfriend
I need this
The smell of his hair
And the taste of his lips

I hide in the closet
But I'm not a faggot
My friends never found out
My mom was a Christian
My dad is an alchie
I bet that he kills me

I don't know how God thinks
But God, do you love me?
I don't know how God thinks
But God, do you love me?
I don't know how God thinks
But God, do you love?

She says I need a certain satisfaction kind
It's something you could never give to my type
She said I need a certain satisfaction kind
It's something you could never give to my
To my, to my

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (hey!)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (hey!)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Just string me up, two or three
Just string me up, down by the trees
Just burn my pants, I'm such a freak
A fucking faggot that never sees

Just string me up, to retreat
Just string me up, down by the trees
Just burn my pants, I'm such a freak
I'm such a freak, I'm such a freak

She says I need a certain satisfaction kind
It's something you could never give to my type
She said I need a certain satisfaction kind
It's something you could never give to my

To my, to my
To my, to my
To my, to yours
To my, to my
To my, to yours

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (hey!)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Fuck!