Don’t be touchin’ my ass, straight boy.
Just because I’m gay,
And you’re not that way,
Doesn’t mean you can play grab ass,
And not consider it a pass.
I’m not a slut or a tease,
So if you please,
Don’t be touchin’ my ass, straight boy.
If you’re off limits to me,
Then my ass is all you can see.
Look but don’t touch is the rule,
So don’t be actin’ like a fool.
And don’t be touchin’ my ass, straight boy.
And while I’m at it, straight boy,
Why are you touchin’ my ass anyway?
I mean, you grab me but you’re not gay.
So why grab my butt?
Do you think I’m a slut?
Are you curious about the wild side?
Is your brain simply fried?
I’m not gonna be your play,
If you ain’t gay.
So I repeat, don’t be touchin’ my ass, straight boy.
That’s right, straight boy, go away,
Unless you’re up for mutual play.
Top, bottom, bottom, top,
Flippity, flippity, flippity, flop.
Now who’s straight, and who’s gay?
Are you so sure you’re not that way?
One time might be curiosity,
But two or three, and it just might be,
You like it, straight boy.
Frightened?
You knew the rules, and yet you played,
Morality was never a concern.
So unless you’re sure of your sexuality,
Don’t be touchin’ my ass, straight boy.
-- R. A. Melos