Pray the Gay Away

Pray, pray, pray the gay away

No matter how much I pray

Every day I wake up gay

I wonder did God make me this way?

Pray, pray, pray the gay away

Pray, pray, pray the gay away

I wonder why I like pretty ladies

God, why don't I like a sweaty man?

Seems I've been this way since childhood

God, please help me understand

Pray, pray, pray the gay away

Well, no matter how much I pray

Every day I wake up gay

I wonder did God make me this way?

Pray, pray, pray the gay away

Pray, pray, pray the gay away

Every night by her bedside

Mama would kneel down and pray

"God, please heal my little missy"

"Heal my little girl of being gay"

Mama would buy me a pretty frock, pink

Dress me up and curl my hair

But my brother's old hand-me-down shirts and jeans

Was all I'd ever wanna wear

Dear God

Won't you please help mama understand

That this is just the way you made me

And it's not a sin

Amen (Amen)

Pray, pray, pray the gay away

No matter how much I pray

Every day I wake up gay

I wonder did God make me this way?

Pray, pray, pray the gay away

Pray, pray, pray the gay away

Pray, pray, pray the gay away-ay-ay, hey, hey