Lyrics
Acceptable
Announcer voice: Next on BBC2, it's Supersize vs. 10 Years Younger than You Are What Not To Eat with Gok Wan and Gillian McKeith...
Gok: [spoken] And ladies, remember - in order to look good naked, the most important thing to have is confidence in yourself! These slimming knickers and push-up bra will make everyone believe that you look the way you should look. The way you deserve to look...
Whenever I see someone less
fashionable than I,
And let's face it, who isn't less fashionable than I?
My sympathy goes out to them in droves
When someone's life is going wrong
I know that they would still feel strong
If they could just coordinate their clothes
And even though you're old and
fat
And there's nothing I can do about that
I'll help you as you cover up your flaws
Open new doors
And what is more, you'll be ac-
-ceptable.
I'll make you acceptable!
No more little kinks and quirks
'Cause your outfit works
And your hair has lots of bounce.
So what if you miss the news
While you shop for shoes
You'll have knowledge where it counts
You'll be bearable!
I'll help you be bearable!
Just 5.99 plus tax
For a jar of wax
'Cause you can't just let it grow
So let's start
'Cause there's just so much you don't seem to know
A mind is fine my dear but
style's worth ten of it
Think of it in terms of cost and benefit
You're a lady in a world of men and it
Will never wake up
To you without make-up
That's why I'll make you
Passable.
I choose what is passable
So you better toe the line
And keep looking fine
If you want to earn respect
You're a vehicle for my design
What more do you expect?
La la, la la
I'm gonna make you bearable
When I see outstanding lasses
Standing out in geeky glasses
I tell them for their own good to make some changes
All that drive and all that passion
Could be spent following fashion
Who needs a Nobel prize if you accept it dressed like that?
It's just unbearable
Please buy something wearable
It's not about what's inside
It's a way to hide
To be what others want to be
And never even half as good as ME!
And though you rebel
With black khol and gel
You know quite well it's true
So smile as though you mean it
Be average, mediocre you
La la, la la
You'll be bearable!
But never even half as good as ME!
You're the Top
You're the top!
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louvre Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile,
You're the Tower of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!
You're the top
You're a mean school teacher
You're the top
You're a dangerous creature
You're a heady night full of torture, fright, and pain
You're the head librarian
Disciplinarian
Wield your cane!
You're the priest
I'm a commandment breaker
I'm deceased
You're the undertaker
You're a homophobic, misogynistic cop
But if baby I'm the bottom, you're the top!
You're the top
You're a harsh slave-owner
You're the top
And I'm your blood donor
You're the demon dentist who said she'd "fill you in"
You're a Roman goddess in a latex bodice
Give me discipline!
You're the boss
I'm your secretary
I'm agnostic, you're missionary
I'm down on my knees, so hold up your riding crop
And if baby I'm the bottom, you're the top!
You're the top
You're the potions master
You're the top
No-one stirs me faster
You're the film director who said she'd make you big
Oh stop protesting - you like animal testing?
I'm your guinea pig!
You're the king
I'm the humble peasant
Here's the thing
That ain't so unpleasant
Oh it hurts so good, let it never ever stop
And if baby I'm the bottom, you're the top!
Love Story
We were both young when I first
saw you
I close my eyes
And the flashback starts
I'm standing there
On a balcony in summer air
See the girls
See the guys and the couples,
I see you make your way through the crowd
And say hello, little did I know
That you were Juliet, and no one could be better
Though my daddy said I wish that you had never met her
But I felt a little different
And I think that it was starting to show
and I said
Juliet let's go somewhere we can be alone
I've got you so who needs Romeo
You'll be a princess, I'll be a princess
It's a love story baby just say yes
I sneak out to the garden to
see you
We explore 'cause we don't know what to do
So close your eyes
Get lost in me for a little while
Oh, 'cause you were Juliet, you were my secret treasure
Even though they said we did those things for some guy's pleasure
They wouldn't have believed that
If they could have seen us alone
and I said
Juliet let's go somewhere we can be alone
I've got you so who needs Romeo
You'll be a princess, I'll be a princess
It's a love story, baby just say yes
Juliet help me,
They're trying to tell me how to feel
This love's atypical, but it's real
Partnership's civil, but only a second best
It's a love story,
When can we say yes?
I got tired of waiting
Wondering if we could ever truly come out
My faith in love was fading
And gay marriage bills were getting turned down
And I said
Juliet help me, it's seeming more and more absurd
Why do these people think that we'll corrupt their word?
I just want to love you, why is that a sin?
She knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring
And said,
Marry me Juliet
We'll show them how true love should be
I love you and we deserve equality
And one day we'll marry, we won't settle for less,
It's a love story baby just say yes
'Cause we were both young when I first saw you
Dead Girlfriend
"One of the best things about being around today is the fact that we actually get to see LGBT chacters in film and television. It's amazing when you actually get to see the reality of your own life reflected in the media, when you get to fall in love with a real, solid, three-dimensional character who just happens to be queer. It's slightly less amazing, of course, when just *after* you've fallen in love with them, the plot invariably charts their downward spiral into mental illness, kills them off in a gratuitously tragic fashion, or, if you're really lucky, both! So this next song is for Remus and Sirius. For Charles Ryder and Sebastian Flyte. For Thelma and Louise, for Nisus and Euryalus, Ruth and Idgie, River and Keanu, for Jack and Ennis, Collins and Angel, and most of all... for Willow and Tara."We lived our lives in subtext,
Holding hands and ‘doing spells’,
But if you knew the context,
We think you could probably tell.
Then our network changed,
Suddenly we could explain:
I was your girlfriend,
They dropped the metaphors,
And opened the broom-closet doors.
No more need to pretend,
So everyone could see
That we were meant for sapphistry,
We were the cutest pairing
Sunnydale ever had seen,
So stable, sane and caring,
And just the right side of obscene.
But it couldn’t last,
Season six went downhill fast,
Now I'm your Dead Girlfriend
How else could it be
We could make network TV?
It’s true, and also sad,
That dykes in mainstream film
Must end up either dead or mad.
They made me deceased...
Got shot by some jerk,
The writers then sent you berserk.
I’m your Dead Girlfriend,
Oh, don’t look so surprised,
We ended up pathologised.
We knew it had to end,
Joss Whedon did his best,
And hey, at least we can attest,
He made us mainstream...
He made us mainstream...
He made us...
Eyes of Men
Intro: So, there we have it. Tara died, Willow went mad, and once again, queer women were left wondering – who are we supposed to identify with? Should we take Katy Perry as our role model? But of course, we know that it’s perfectly normal and natural to be attracted to women – because girls are hot, right? And it’s so easy to turn on the television and see examples of women who are.... being found attractive by somebody. So often these women are there to be looked at and lusted after and fantasised about. They aren’t there to be identified with because they don't really have personalities as such – but that’s OK, because you can identify with the character who is doing the looking and the lusting and the fantasising.HE has a personality.
He has a backstory.
He has a PERSPECTIVE.
Watching you dance,
It bothers me
The way that I stare
As you move your body
‘Cause I don’t like myself
Objectifying women.
You’re under my gaze
I’m feeling predatory
This beautiful thing
Should belong to me
And I hate myself
Looking at you this way again
I would like to say that
I want to know who you are
I would like to think that
I’d see beyond the façade.
But no, I don’t care
About any of those things
And oh, even though,
I fight for respect for women
Yet I find myself
Looking through the eyes of men
I could almost go there
Just to watch you be seen
To play the other part
In a familiar scene
No I won’t go, to share a view with them
It would only come back
And break us in the end
And I won’t let myself
See you through the eyes of men.
No I won’t let myself
See you through the eyes of men.
