Denim On Denim E

Went on a date with a nice Jewish boy. And it, it coulda been fate, but it was A damn decoy. We were two glasses in and you leaned in And said, "Would it, would be a sin if We, if we were just friends?" I thought we were flirting. A wink was exchanged. It was exchanged. A drink you offered, but for the drink I Paid. I was in denim on denim when you Broke me the news. You said it wasn't a date, just a couple Of dudes. I was in denim on denim, Now I'm home all alone. 'Cause Tommy Hilfiger loves me, But you sure, you sure don't. But you sure, you sure don't. I hate this fucking wine bar. I hate your gym bag too. I thought that we were something, now I just Fucking hate you. I hate this fucking wine bar, and not to Be a bitch, but I didn't come for business, I came here for a dick. Can I say that? I think it's fine. I was in denim on denim when you gave Me the pitch. "Can I be your podcast producer?" No, you can't, you're a bitch. I was in denim on denim, now I'm home All alone. 'Cause Tommy Hilfiger loves me, But you sure, you sure don't. But you sure, you sure don't. But you sure, you sure don't. And I guess it's not your fault, but this Really did sting. Being gay is so lonely, So to this I will sing. I was in denim on denim when you broke Me the news. You said it wasn't a date, Just a couple of dudes. I was in denim on denim, now I'm home All alone. 'Cause Tommy Hilfiger loves me, But you sure, you sure don't