Little Fruity Lyrics

Well I was walkin' down the street

When out the corner of my eye

I saw pretty little lady

She was lookin' really nice

I walked up and I said

"Woman you look super fine"

She looked me in my eye

"Boy you're so kind"

Well I took her on home

I was thinking to myself

Hopin' under there

That this woman didn't smell

Well I opened up the door

And I plopped her on the bed

Started peelin cotton off

Hopin' she would give me

STOP!

"I'm sorry Honey

I'm not the one for ya'

Still be homie's, though

I just ain't got that spark for ya'

I'm a little fruity up here

I'm a lesbian, not a volunteer"

Welp, last night

It could've gone worse

Almost hooked up

With a lesbian nurse

Now, at the bar

Scoutin' for curves

Straights ones

Those the ones that I prefer

I see one

She be takin' a drink

Whisky up there

Lookin' down for the cake

Lookin' fine

She a redhead cutie

Really nice

What a godsend beauty

So I walk over

And I buy her a drink

Get a conversation

Now she wants to link

I say, "Slow down

I got a couple questions"

"Like what"

"What are you preferences"

"I like a guy with a

nice and strong beard

That thrives,

with a rich career

That can clean up

That can center cushions

And he's also gotta be

A transgender woman"

"I'm sorry Honey

I'm not the one for ya'

Still be homie's, though

I just ain't got that spark for ya'

I'm a little fruity up here

I'm a lesbian, not a volunteer"

Welp,

Third time's the charm

Next woman I see

Gonna be in my arms

At a party and

I'm lookin' around

See a woman

With a nice big frown

I head on over

Ask, "What's the matter?"

She says

"Boy, I couldn't be sadder

"My boyfriend

Just left me alone

Drove away

Left me all on my own"

I say,

"Don't worry little angel

I'll cheer you right up

I know the right angle"

So I, grab her hand

And I pull her aside

Find a empty bedroom

us alone inside

She gets excited

She's on the bed real quick

Pull off her pants

And I see a fat d**k

I say

"Bi***, What the F***"

What terrible luck,

I say

"I'm sorry Honey

I'm not the one for ya'

Still be homie's, though

I just ain't got that spark for ya'

I'm not fruity up here

I'm a straight man, not a volunteer"

Well, that was close

But I think I got away

Turns out

It was a dude, just gay

He lied

Thought he'd lucky but

I turned around

And I pulled a Ted Bundy

But lookin' back

he was nice

Lookin' back

It kinda felt right

In my head now

What my sexuality

That whole thing done

Had a toll me mentally

Now,

I question myself

"Go ahead, deal with the

Cards you were dealt"

I think

"Yeah, maybe I should

I think,

"Yeah that sounds good"

So now I'm Back in the bar

I See a woman From after

She from before

The first verse that turned me down

She say,

"I'm not a lesbian

I lied

I'm just a good thespian"

I'm sorry Honey

I'm not the one for ya'

Still be homie's, though

I just ain't got that spark for ya'

I'm a little fruity up here

I'm a gay man, not a volunteer