Saw her at GO kissing girls, what a shock I said you must be an artist She muttered her reply I was judging her friend as the DJ played a dead jam No one wants to dance, they're outside Smoking cigarettes Matthew was there, yes He gave me the eye, saying: "It doesn't kill to try" Then blue lights all around Eva, I'm sorry, but you will never have me To me you're just some faggy girl And I need a lover with soul power And you ain't got no soul power She lead me outside to the church with the swing There I was her confessor Her come on made me blush Was her crush for the night? Until I screamed: "Stop! Hey! You must be aware I'm not alone I've got a tigress back at home And besides, you wouldn't know what to do with me" And under the blue lights you see them gossiping . . .