Sign In Register. Artist: Sarah Silverman. Album: Miscellaneous. This is a song for a real special girl I met I said, I wanna harvest our eggs for a while Make love to you scissor style And make a brand new world With you, with you, my friend My partner in crime We've done our time on Maple Drive And I thought about it and I read about it And I sang about it and I've skated once At Rockefeller Center That was off the topic But it was really fun For any kind of person Skating is fun Whether you gay or straight Or black or white or Asian But just those five, just those five kinds of people Your hair blows in the wind of my mind Well, I went to see the doctor of philosophy Man, what are you doing here? Sarah Silverman Lyrics provided by SongLyrics.
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This one is so obvious that I put it first just to get it over with. But yeah it's a perfect song and If you're a lesbian who disagrees then we have a problem. If the song wasn't enough already, the video should seal the deal for all lesbians. I'm generalizing but where did I lie. But I've chosen this one just cause. You know what's cool? A bunch of lesbians in a room together.
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Betsy's mom passed away when she was only nine and Betsy stepped up to provide the strength her family needed. It wasn't until college that she felt free enough to explore her interests. She came out to her family and started singing in her brother's band, which toured nationwide. She later fell in love and started a family, but became a single mom when things with her girlfriend did not work out. Betsy took a break from music to raise her son, but eventually found both love and music once again.
I'm a lesbian She's a lesbian We are lesbians Kissin' in the rain Kissin' in the rain. I'm a lesbian She's a lesbian We are lesbians Touch me there again Touch me there again. We're international hits from a foreign country If I didn't have tits you wouldn't listen to me We don't write our own songs, we don't do our own beats We just fondle eachother, while the camera's rolling.