Coleman Hell Chasing Amy Lyrics

Yeah
Uh huh, okay
I like a girl and um...
She likes a girl and um...
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, okay
I like a girl and um...
She likes a girl and um...
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, okay
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, okay

I made out with a lesbian girl who plays acoustic guitar
She made my two-story house feel like a one bedroom apartment
She said she wrote a song for me
Then it got so hot that nobody could sleep
Just a broke A.C. and my friends smoking weed
Outside on the steps in their boxers
I'm trying to get a little bit closer
To the world only other women have shown her
Cigarette smokers tripping and sipping liquor while feminine odors
Filled the air and I feel embarrassed I couldn't get her off
Thighs are sticking to the leather chair, the temperature is hot

I'm in love

With a lesbian, then she told me let's be friends
I said no baby let's be french
C'est quoi ca, l'amour?
Let's be free
Let's be sinners
Let's be christian mothers
Let's be Crispin Glover
Let's be Marvin Gaye singing "Distant Lovers"
Let's be big worm's head inside of the kitchen cupboard
Let's be sticks of butter covered in flies
Cut all the ties from what we're doing
Cause gender's just a genre
And music is the mantra
Let's be sexual double entendres
Let's be whatever we wanna