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....]    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