EM CITY
by Jen

Year after year, can't take bein' trapped in this can
Delivery cart of chicken nuggets is the only way to see my man
Ain't been the same since I left mi amor behind in Em City

Crossin' my fingers, ready to plot, even willin' to do a fucking cock shot
Can't wait to see Lord of the Dance back in Em City

I'm goin' back some day, any fuckin' way, to Em City
Where the slash is hot and the UST runs high, in Em City
Where Ryan always says he's no maricon while I rub my tummy and he gets
turned on
If I could only see
Those red-undied thighs and twinkling Irish eyes
How happy I'd be

Wanna see Ryan again
Don't wanna bond with Mr. Hanky again
Maybe I won't have to slice my face up again
In Em City

Crossin' my fingers, ready to plot, even willin' to do a fucking cock shot
Can't wait to see Lord of the Dance in Em City

I'm goin' back some day, any fuckin' way, to Em City
Where the slash is hot and the UST runs high, in Em City
Where Ryan always says he's no maricon while I rub my tummy and he gets
turned on
If I could only see
Those red-undied thighs and twinkling Irish eyes
How happy I'd be

With that mick of mine
Watchin' my ass under any condition
Lovin' my breath on his neck when he assumes the position
Long as you don't use the word gay, he'll always stay
Gonna take away this void I got inside

Cause I'll never be cryin' if I got my Ryan back in Em City