Hairy Mary; Quite Contrary

it's just the pills, dude

hairy Mary; quite contrary
you're a boy and I'm your fairy
here I dare my daring Mary
take me back and make me merry
think of kisses with your boo...
not those pills that take your blue
I need nothing but your words
and dirty nerds are just loose turds
if you can't talk its cause you hate 'em
nothing left but trying to mate 'em
gayest boys—that's what you fear
but you're like Buck, so let's grow near

—