Ambiguosexual

Ambiguosexual


He dyes his hair but he doesn’t shave
He lives in a crazy penthouse cave
Things are always letting him down
But he’s always got his next big plan

There’s always a Bond girl hanging round
And right behind her is someone he found
Trying hard to understand
Who’s his lover and who’s his friend

He’s not metrosexual
He’s not hyposexual
He’s a contradiction
He must be ambiguosexual


He likes to have his house pristine
But his car is a filthy trash machine
He has a family I’ve never met
But he keeps a fantail as his pet

He’s always planning a holiday
But he spent his cash on his last payday
He’s thinking of running a marathon
But he can’t get away from the beach that long

He’s not metrosexual
He’s not hyposexual
He’s a contradiction
He must be ambiguosexual


His favourite food is a starfish flan
But he doesn’t even have a frying pan
His bathroom cabinet’s full of stuff
but he has no clue what most if it does

He slides his hand up on my leg
Then kisses the boy on his left instead
He tells me I’m beautiful all the time
But he always goes home on his own

He’s not metrosexual
He’s not hyposexual
He’s a contradiction
He must be ambiguosexual