The Homosexual Lyrics
| Song | The Homosexual |
| Artist | Momus |
| Album | Tender Pervert |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Currie, Momus | |
| I love women but I'm thinking of giving in | |
| I love women but what's the point of arguing | |
| With the men from boarding schools and building sites | |
| Who've told me I'm a homosexual all my life | |
| One stop past Embankment and the coughs begin | |
| Hell hath no fury like an insecure Englishman | |
| You don't need psychoanalysts to translate this | |
| 'There is an open homosexual in our midst' | |
| 'The Homosexual' they call me | |
| It's all the same to me | |
| That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be | |
| Since their neurosis is what passes for normality | |
| It's okay with me if I'm queer | |
| Since their tone-deafness is called the love of music | |
| I won't disabuse them | |
| I'll make love with their women | |
| I'll make them sing notes of pleasure | |
| Their husbands will never hear | |
| I love women but I take them by surprise | |
| Pretending absolute indifference to their breasts and thighs | |
| Like their hairdressers and dressmakers I hear confessionals | |
| Reserved for homosexual professionals | |
| As I put their feet in stirrups with my limp wrist | |
| (A trick I learned from a homosexual gynaecologist) | |
| I recall the words my first girlfriend ended our first date with | |
| "I feel privileged you chose me to go straight with" | |
| 'The Homosexual' they call me | |
| It's all the same to me | |
| That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be | |
| Since their neurosis is what passes for normality | |
| It's okay with me if I'm queer | |
| Since their tone-deafness is called the love of music | |
| I won't disabuse them | |
| I'll make love with their women | |
| I'll make them sing notes of pleasure | |
| Their husbands will never hear | |
| You who called me shirt-lifter in Chemistry class | |
| You who sniggered "look out for your arse" | |
| Now your women wash your shirts, now your kids are born, baby, look out for your horns | |
| You who called me teapot, who plagued me with your bile | |
| Guess who I've got coming to the boil | |
| Why not grab the nettle I'll settle for being the kettle if you're the pot | |
| I take my tea like my revenge: sweet and hot | |
| 'The Homosexual' they call me | |
| It's all the same to me | |
| That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be | |
| Since their neurosis is what passes for normality | |
| It's okay with me if I'm queer | |
| Since their tone-deafness is called the love of music | |
| I won't disabuse them | |
| I'll make love with their women | |
| I'll make them sing notes of pleasure | |
| Their husbands will never hear | |
| 'The Homosexual' you call me | |
| It's all the same to me | |
| That spectre you projected I will now pretend to be | |
| Since your neurosis is what passes for normality | |
| It's okay with me if I'm queer | |
| Since your tone-deafness is called the love of music | |
| I won't disabuse you | |
| I'll make love with your women | |
| I'll make them sing notes of pleasure | |
| That you will never hear | |
| Never in a million years | |
| No fucking fear |
| zuo ci : Currie, Momus | |
| I love women but I' m thinking of giving in | |
| I love women but what' s the point of arguing | |
| With the men from boarding schools and building sites | |
| Who' ve told me I' m a homosexual all my life | |
| One stop past Embankment and the coughs begin | |
| Hell hath no fury like an insecure Englishman | |
| You don' t need psychoanalysts to translate this | |
| ' There is an open homosexual in our midst' | |
| ' The Homosexual' they call me | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be | |
| Since their neurosis is what passes for normality | |
| It' s okay with me if I' m queer | |
| Since their tonedeafness is called the love of music | |
| I won' t disabuse them | |
| I' ll make love with their women | |
| I' ll make them sing notes of pleasure | |
| Their husbands will never hear | |
| I love women but I take them by surprise | |
| Pretending absolute indifference to their breasts and thighs | |
| Like their hairdressers and dressmakers I hear confessionals | |
| Reserved for homosexual professionals | |
| As I put their feet in stirrups with my limp wrist | |
| A trick I learned from a homosexual gynaecologist | |
| I recall the words my first girlfriend ended our first date with | |
| " I feel privileged you chose me to go straight with" | |
| ' The Homosexual' they call me | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be | |
| Since their neurosis is what passes for normality | |
| It' s okay with me if I' m queer | |
| Since their tonedeafness is called the love of music | |
| I won' t disabuse them | |
| I' ll make love with their women | |
| I' ll make them sing notes of pleasure | |
| Their husbands will never hear | |
| You who called me shirtlifter in Chemistry class | |
| You who sniggered " look out for your arse" | |
| Now your women wash your shirts, now your kids are born, baby, look out for your horns | |
| You who called me teapot, who plagued me with your bile | |
| Guess who I' ve got coming to the boil | |
| Why not grab the nettle I' ll settle for being the kettle if you' re the pot | |
| I take my tea like my revenge: sweet and hot | |
| ' The Homosexual' they call me | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be | |
| Since their neurosis is what passes for normality | |
| It' s okay with me if I' m queer | |
| Since their tonedeafness is called the love of music | |
| I won' t disabuse them | |
| I' ll make love with their women | |
| I' ll make them sing notes of pleasure | |
| Their husbands will never hear | |
| ' The Homosexual' you call me | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| That spectre you projected I will now pretend to be | |
| Since your neurosis is what passes for normality | |
| It' s okay with me if I' m queer | |
| Since your tonedeafness is called the love of music | |
| I won' t disabuse you | |
| I' ll make love with your women | |
| I' ll make them sing notes of pleasure | |
| That you will never hear | |
| Never in a million years | |
| No fucking fear |
| zuò cí : Currie, Momus | |
| I love women but I' m thinking of giving in | |
| I love women but what' s the point of arguing | |
| With the men from boarding schools and building sites | |
| Who' ve told me I' m a homosexual all my life | |
| One stop past Embankment and the coughs begin | |
| Hell hath no fury like an insecure Englishman | |
| You don' t need psychoanalysts to translate this | |
| ' There is an open homosexual in our midst' | |
| ' The Homosexual' they call me | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be | |
| Since their neurosis is what passes for normality | |
| It' s okay with me if I' m queer | |
| Since their tonedeafness is called the love of music | |
| I won' t disabuse them | |
| I' ll make love with their women | |
| I' ll make them sing notes of pleasure | |
| Their husbands will never hear | |
| I love women but I take them by surprise | |
| Pretending absolute indifference to their breasts and thighs | |
| Like their hairdressers and dressmakers I hear confessionals | |
| Reserved for homosexual professionals | |
| As I put their feet in stirrups with my limp wrist | |
| A trick I learned from a homosexual gynaecologist | |
| I recall the words my first girlfriend ended our first date with | |
| " I feel privileged you chose me to go straight with" | |
| ' The Homosexual' they call me | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be | |
| Since their neurosis is what passes for normality | |
| It' s okay with me if I' m queer | |
| Since their tonedeafness is called the love of music | |
| I won' t disabuse them | |
| I' ll make love with their women | |
| I' ll make them sing notes of pleasure | |
| Their husbands will never hear | |
| You who called me shirtlifter in Chemistry class | |
| You who sniggered " look out for your arse" | |
| Now your women wash your shirts, now your kids are born, baby, look out for your horns | |
| You who called me teapot, who plagued me with your bile | |
| Guess who I' ve got coming to the boil | |
| Why not grab the nettle I' ll settle for being the kettle if you' re the pot | |
| I take my tea like my revenge: sweet and hot | |
| ' The Homosexual' they call me | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be | |
| Since their neurosis is what passes for normality | |
| It' s okay with me if I' m queer | |
| Since their tonedeafness is called the love of music | |
| I won' t disabuse them | |
| I' ll make love with their women | |
| I' ll make them sing notes of pleasure | |
| Their husbands will never hear | |
| ' The Homosexual' you call me | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| That spectre you projected I will now pretend to be | |
| Since your neurosis is what passes for normality | |
| It' s okay with me if I' m queer | |
| Since your tonedeafness is called the love of music | |
| I won' t disabuse you | |
| I' ll make love with your women | |
| I' ll make them sing notes of pleasure | |
| That you will never hear | |
| Never in a million years | |
| No fucking fear |
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