did you, ever think you would end up all alone
  talking to your girlfriends telephone
  yesterday you broke up; now your through
  and she said it's not because of you
  you try to ask her simply why, you start to scream & start to cry
  then she tells you once again, where her tongue has really been
  she met a girl on friday night, they start to kiss and start to bite
  and the rest is history, that's why this girl is not with me
  my girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh
  my girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh
  my girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh
  my girlfriend
    two weeks later, at a party in the boones
  i saw my girlfriend and another leave the room
  they went upstairs, and they turned off all the lights
  i sat and watched em' cause, that's what a loser does
  somebody tell me what the hell is wrong with me
  my luck with women, still remains a mystery
  i can't keep the girls, from always changing sides
  unless they're fat & ugly, even then they fantacize
  [repeat chorus....]
    i want to be a lezbian
  i want to be a lezbian
  i want to be a lezbian
  i want to be a lezbian like you