Did you, ever think you would end up all alone Talking to your girlfriends telephone Yesterday you broke up; now your through And she said it's not because of you You try to ask her simply why, you start to scream & start to cry Then she tells you once again, where her tongue has really been She met a girl on friday night, they start to kiss and start to bite And the rest is history, that's why this girl is not with me My girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh My girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh My girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh My girlfriend Two weeks later, at a party in the boones I saw my girlfriend and another leave the room They went upstairs, and they turned off all the lights I sat and watched em' cause, that's what a loser does Somebody tell me what the hell is wrong with me My luck with women, still remains a mystery I can't keep the girls, from always changing sides Unless they're fat & ugly, even then they fantacize [Repeat chorus...] One day (one day) My time (my time) Will come (will come) So why do I Pretend to give a lousy spit, when I'm really almost over it I want to be a flirt, that girl inside her skirt I'll make her come again it's true, I wanna be a lezbian like you I want to be a lezbian I want to be a lezbian I want to be a lezbian I want to be a lezbian like you