You ask me to do this again I say I think I just date girls And you're not a girl, right? (You're not a girl, right?) And you won't ever be one based on my insight Actually, I don't know how this works This confusing spectrum of modern sexuality I espouse it to my friends, but it churns me Mom loves me too much And my daddy, not enough And I grew up nouveau riche and I'm a slick son of a bitch Oh ♪ And I can't (I can't) sustain (sustain) But I'll try (I'll try) if it numbs the pain And I can't (I can't) sustain (sustain) But I'll try (I'll try) if it numbs the pain Because mom loves me too much And my daddy, not enough And I grew up nouveau riche and I'm a slick son of a bitch Because Bowie's my excuse So I can brag of how I tried But all I want to do Is send you off to get you high (get you high)