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Wish I could be more less, wish I could be less more
Underneath the dress is a gun pointing at the floor
Wish I could be less me, and a little more like you
I'd finally confess to all the things you make me do
Oh, I've been saying all I can today,
And nothing seems to make me gay
Maybe the critic was right and my work is just therapy,
Or maybe she was wrong and on the rag, feeling slightly icky
Maybe I would rather just be on speed,
Or perhaps it would help if I had the right to get my sad-ass married
Oh, I've been saying all I can today,
And nothing seems to make me gay... as in happy! |
- Rufus began singing this during the Want One tour, often for radio and special events
- In response to a question asked by Kirsten Dunst regarding a recent LA Times review, Rufus responded: "Once, I did a show with Aimee Mann at the University of California, Los Angeles, and had a really nice time. Her audience was great and there were quite a few devoted Wainwrightians in the house. Thinking my performance was a success (which I don't always do!), I was shocked to read in the LA Times the following day that a smattering of the audience, a kind of crazed minority, enjoyed the show while the rest didn't get it. A show which consisted of me 'singing with a terrible voice my terrible songs which had more to do with therapy than with music'; and that the general feel of the evening was - and this was the reviewer's word - 'icky'. Obviously Miss ....... should have gone to see something more in tune with her lingo. In the end, though, I have to thank her because it inspired me to write a verse which starts with the word 'critic' and ends with the word 'icky' and mentions being on the rag in-between."
- The Observer: Sunday, July 18, 2004
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