How are you going to tell them?
You've been mulling it over for days
A Sunday with the family
Your father will be sitting in his place
He will say to you:
"Are you okay, son, you don't seem yourself
So tell us, who is this girl that's got you so distracted"
Between the starter and the roast, you'll spill the big news
You'll answer "Dad, this girl, it's Samuel"
Granny, who reigns at the end of the table
Will say she's lost her hearing
That all the dishes have gone cold
Your father turns all white
You had predicted the scenario
Even whiter than the cream melting on the cake
You've cut their appetite
They're all digesting the big gossip
Imagine, the prodigal son is gay
They all look at you like a stranger
Stuck there in the living room
"So are you the girl or the boy?"
You're embarrassed, you've caught in your mother's eyes
That she's wondering what she could have missed to have a gay son

Little guy, you're hiding in the dark
In the closet, you're making yourself small
Little guy, there's nothing wrong with you
You're in love, it's not a crime

Little guy, you're hiding in the dark
In the closet, it's too small
Little guy, there's nothing wrong with you
You're in love, it's not a crime

I don't want a guy like you
I don't want a fag under my roof
Get out, go get treatment, and don't come back
You'll end up spinning in gay clubs
In dirty backrooms, I'll spare you the details
And there you'll see, AIDS is more fashionable than Madonna
You'll end up in a thong dancing on a float
Shouting with a bunch of queens
That you're proud to be a freak
And I'm too ashamed, you've dirtied me
Don't tell me you didn't choose
A few more slaps would have helped
My son died today

Little guy, you're hiding in the dark
In the closet, you're making yourself small
Little guy, there's nothing wrong with you
You're in love, it's not a crime

Little guy, you're hiding in the dark
In the closet, it's too small
Little guy, there's nothing wrong with you
You're in love, it's not a crime

Little guy, you'll come across crazy people
Who will call you a little punk
Old friends who wonder if you were checking them out back then
A crowd in pink and blue t-shirts
Who will look at you like a leper
Don't have a child, it's contagious
Think about what God will say
You'll get beaten up
Beaten up on the boulevard
For free by three thugs
You're like a cigarette on the sidewalk
Little guy, stay upright under the weight of stupidity
Little guy, don't listen to what these people say

Little guy, you're hiding in the dark
In the closet, you're making yourself small
Little guy, there's nothing wrong with you
You're in love, it's not a crime

Little guy, you're hiding in the dark
In the closet, it's too small
Little guy, there's nothing wrong with you
You're in love, it's not a crime

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