Intro:
 F#/C#  F#/C#  F#/C#  F#/C# 



 Verse:
: F#/C#  F#/C#  C?7  C?7 

                           1.                 2.
           2/4
 B6  B6  C#7  F?/Eb  F?  F?/Eb : F? 



 Chorus:
  2/4
 F#4(9)  F#4(9)  F? 

 Ebm  F#/C#  Abm/B  Ebm/Bb  B 

 4/4
 C#4  C#7 

 2/4
 |  G#m/D#  |  A#7/D  |  D#4/A#  |  D#m/A#  | 

 4/4
 C#74  F#  F# 




Wish I could be more less
Wish I could be less more
Underneath the dress is a gun pointed at the floor
Wish I could be less me
And a little more like you
And finally confess to all the things that you make me do

Oh, I've been saying all I can today
And nothing seems to make me gay

Maybe the critic was right
And my work is just therapy
Or maybe she was wrong
And on the rag feeling slightly icky
And maybe I would rather just be on speed
Or perhaps it would help if I had the right to get my sad ass married

Oh, I've been saying all I can today
And nothing seems to make me gay
As in happy