I am just a gay guy though my story’s seldom told
I’ve been treated like an outcast, as a consequence of my sexuality
All lies and jests still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.
When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy, in the company of swimmers
At the Stanford College Swimming Pool, flying high.
Keeping hid, seeking friends who will understand the person that I am
Looking for the places to discover them.

Chorus: Treat me right, treat me right right right right. Treat me right. Treat me right right right right right.

Asking only for acceptance I come looking for support, but I get no guidance
Just a token of the pride flag on their maple desk.
I do declare there were times I was so lonely, that I took no comfort there.

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Then I’m laying out my swimming gear and wishing I was gone, going home.
Where my homosexuality is free to be. Free to be going home.
In the clearing stands a gay man and a swimmer by his trade.
And he carriers a reminder, of every bit of rudeness that hurt him till he cried out in his anger and his shame.
I can’t take it, I can’t take it, but the swimmer still remains

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