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I don't have much I can't buy you things That shouldn't matter 'Swhat the radio sings But we're both in the closet And we live with our folks So those "money can't buy love" Poems seem like a joke If I tried to have you I'd have no place to sleep And they'd throw me in jail For living on the street I want your touch But I'm not alone And we can't afford A place of our own They shut down the gay bars Now there's nowhere to go Cause I can't host And you can't host I heard there were neighborhoods Rainbow flags on the streets Where the rent got all out of control So they just house gays with dough Who don't need anywhere they can meet While I can't pick you up Cause my car needs repairs And you just lost your job For dyeing your hair They're saying that cruising is dead Because we're all on our phones While they jet off to Mykonos Back home to Folsom And leave you and me on our own I want your touch But I'm not alone And we can't afford A place of our own They shut down the bathhouse Now there's nowhere to go Cause I can't host And you can't host I don't care if it's seedy I don't care if it's dank I don't care if there's dirt on the walls I just want somewhere safe Where we can get close and escape But they raided that leather bar Now there's nowhere to go Cause I can't host And you can't host Capital markets determined that I don't deserve you If love is for the rich, then let's meet up for s*x In the crumbling rubble of their mansions I want your touch But I'm not alone And we can't afford A place of our own They shut down the leather bar With the darkroom Now there's nowhere to go Cause I can't host And you can't host Now even the s*x shop With the video arcade Is closing its doors And I still can't host And you can't host