I let you sing in my microphone Tracked your guitars in the dining room We mixed your song until it was late And I asked you if you'd like to stay You had a voice like a morning dove A whisper that whispered to me Welcomed you into my bedroom When it came time to sleep Oh honeysuckle hipbilly homo erotica I shaved my legs at the bathroom sink Bought a cheap blue eyeliner from Walgreens And I posed in front of the mirror To find all the angles that made me look fair You were a soft, stupid serenade Circling the base of my tongue Beguiled by the way you incited me To sing at the top of my lungs Oh, honeysuckle hipbilly homo-erotica I fell in love It's indicative of the spiritual way I was raised In hindsight I'm sure That it meant nothing more for you than a roll in the hay