I wish I could tie you up in my shoes

Make you ship Faberry, too

They used to say I’m delusional

But what does that mean to you?

Look into an episode, what’s inside there?

My ship, with longing stares.

Same old gay again, today.

Their outsides are rude

But inside they’re fools

Every time we think they’re through

Quinn’s like “Don’t marry that dude!”

I’ve tried different gays

But they’re not the same

At the end of the day

I have the love to blame

Keep on shippin!

You can call it hate if you don’t know

You can think they’re straight, ‘cause they said so

You can fight all the gay, if you think it’s okay

But if you can look inside you

Find out how’d this ship move

To the top position

And make the world

Want to ship Faberry