You have to start off really slow.
The girl you're into could be straight.
You never really know.
The little things you do
Are really my first clue;
Straight chicks just aren't that comfortable.
I try to drop hints too
Every time I talk to you
Straight chicks just wouldn't react that way.
She walked off with my wallet and touched my hair;
Asked if I dyed it again.
I took her name tag and she didn't care;
Maybe I was just making friends.
We spent our breaks together
Each testing out the other
Playing out our queer little mind game
And I'm not about to complain...
Your car has a sticker on it
Oh, you're an ally? That's cute.
No... I'm not.
I smile. I didn't think so.
She said she had good gaydar
But she just couldn't figure me out.
I smiled, but I didn't tell her;
Gave her something to think about.
She was smiling the whole time;
I felt comfortable around her
She was too attentive to not be single
But we'd better wait to be sure.
Day two of this queer little mind game
And I will see it out to the end.
All I know for sure right now
Is that I have enough queer friends.