We Flew by Kris Kelly

You know I love being your boyfriend
And I love to love you baby
But when we go out, we’re out of fashion
So we tuck it in.
When I forget and give you a kiss,
I don’t do it to show it to the world.
You’re right that there’s a time and there’s a place,
And baby that was it, my love.

Maybe we’re just two faggots to them
But we are flowers growing through their rotting book
Maybe we’re just two faggots to them
But our love is stronger than their fear for sure
Maybe we’re just two faggots to them
But you can choose to hand over your smile
Maybe we’re just two faggots to them
But we only got here, now, and right on time

We flew right over their heads again,
And we flew.

As judged by their divine authority our love is unnatural
While their natural hate clouds every rainbow across every sky
Their natural lack of compassion nails our hearts up on their crosses
But I know that the love I have for you is natural as it could get, my love.

Maybe we’re just two faggots to them
But we are flowers growing through their rotting book
Maybe we’re just two faggots to them
But our love is stronger than their fear for sure
Maybe we’re just two faggots to them
But you can choose to hand over your smile
Maybe we’re just two faggots to them
But we only got here, now, and right on time

We flew right over their heads,
And we flew.
You are my true love.
They want us blue, love.
We flew right over their heads again.

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