Jean's a Victorian lesbo   she only speaks in soprano   and if it's a man's man's world   then she's a real-life angel      Jim's a clandestine homo   he only sings bass solos   and at the church potlucks   he feels like a masked diablo      we sit and sip our cup tea   with crossed legs   pretend we're still naive   we've come here with no guarantee   that we'll leave   with new sympathy      let's abandon this farce   blind dates are ridiculous   we'd skip the best part   is it too late to be   a part   of humanity   are you like me?