She pleaded she was different
I hoped she was straight
LGBT was what you'd advocate
But I knew you wanted a debate
I didn't know whether I liked you
I barely associated you as a mate
We were in the same reg
I was always late
But at least this was my trait
You made yourself bait
After clearing the plate
I couldn't wait
Until you turned straight
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