I� e got this secret that noone really knows. If wimpness is a potion then I got a heavy dose. People think I� a loser and a bore. But in my home I� hard to the core. I� drinking in my room and I� surfing on the net. Acting macho and the keyboard� getting wet. This room is my playgroud where I set the tone. In here a dork can be bad to the bone. I KICK THE CAT AND I LIGHT 'EM UP. POURING VODKA INTO MY SODA POP. I CRANK UP THE STEREO TO UPSET MY DAD. BUT OUTSIDE THIS HOUSE NOONE KNOWS I� BAD. I wear my leather when the door is locked. And dreams of stealing girls from that football jock. Guess I have to stick with my girlie mag. And let everyone think that I� a fag. I KICK THE CAT AND I LIGHT 'EM UP. POURING VODKA INTO MY SODA POP. I CRANK UP THE STEREO TO UPSET MY DAD. BUT OUTSIDE THIS HOUSE NOONE KNOWS I� BAD.