I'm hurtin' inside, where it doesn't show. I'm hurtin' inside but you'll never know. I'm still in love with you, though you no longer love me. And I would never ever want your pity, you see.
I like girls I like girls I like their ribbons and I like their curles. I like 'em cause they're soft and sweet I like to watch 'em on the street. I like their hair and when they wear that perfume on their clothes.
Come here to me, my little chickadee. 'Cause I think it's time you knew. That you're the kinda gal, I've had in mind. And I wanna play house with you.