Okay, just please, shut up, I've been aware
Don't say you'll pray for me, leave it alone
Put down your bible, and please stop your stare.
Don't preach-I want to reap what I have sown.

Maybe to you I am satan himself
I'm sorry to you that you can't find love
You might if you looked beyond your bookshelf
An olive leaf to you without a dove

I will not hide myself away for you
I will do as I like, whether it please
And look her in the eye and say "I do"
I'm not going to hell, so be at ease

I'm gay and I am used to much despise
But to you, mother, please don't shield your eyes