Lyrics:

I'm going to give you a coming-out party, at your house.
It's perfect. You can't refuse.
It's my gift to you.
It's your fantasy.

Fantasia, having a party is not my idea of a fantasy,
especially right now.

The party isn't the fantasy!
I know what you'd like.
It's the fantasy you once told me about.
Remember?

I don't remember telling you about it.
What is it?
What's the fantasy?

Come on you slags!