Oh I'm in the line of fire, you've got a hate fuelled, petulant diet And it's alright cause I'm hungry and I'm parched Where do I start? I could feed solely on your cynical heart Don't pop my cherry 'Cause I've got a thousand women queuing up to tell me I'm disgusting It kills the mood Oh I, tell me I'm bi Tell me I swing both ways and I'm half of a straight line Ooh Oh I, tell me I'm bi Tell me I swing both ways and I've never seen a straight line Oh, I'm in your house near Irvin's You're telling me she wants a double serving From me and you And we talked, I told you my thoughts, told you I'm not sharing my lady at all Don't pop my cherry And I've got a thousand women screwing me up telling me I'm destructive It kills the mood Oh I, tell me I'm bi Tell me I swing both ways and I'm half of a straight line Ooh Oh I, tell me I'm bi Tell me I swing both ways and I've never seen a straight line