Lyrics:

She wants to embrace her, however the world will change
She wants to feel, but she can only describe it
Don't let the monster stay under the bed
Don't' let the monster stay under the bed
Hey, you, say what she needs to hear

It's just like Donna said
It depends where you're at in your head

You can find what you need
Maybe it's finding a very secret space
To hide your copy of Rubyfruit Jungle
Maybe you're writing your own

There's a wig wearing boy named psychic Al
What's he's looking for, he won't find in school
He stays up late, flipping through tapes
Listening to songs he's heard a hundred times
But nothing's there
Hey, you, say what he needs to hear

Queer sex is great, it's fun as shit
Don't worry Jesus is dead and God don't exist
And swearing is fun, it's funner than piss
That it's stupid is a cruel and classist myth
Queer sex is great, it's fun as shit
Don't kill yourself cause people can't deal with your brilliance
Sometimes I can't remember why I want to live
But I think of all the freaks and I don't want to miss this

It's just like Donna said
It depends where you're at in your head