
I wish I could tie you up in my shoes
Make you ship Faberry, too
They used to say I’m delusional
But what does that mean to you?
Look into an episode, what’s inside there?
My ship, with longing stares.
Same old gay again, today.
Their outsides are rude
But inside they’re fools
Every time we think they’re through
Quinn’s like “Don’t marry that dude!”
I’ve tried different gays
But they’re not the same
At the end of the day
I have the love to blame
Keep on shippin!
You can call it hate if you don’t know
You can think they’re straight, ‘cause they said so
You can fight all the gay, if you think it’s okay
But if you can look inside you
Find out how’d this ship move
To the top position
And make the world
Want to ship Faberry