Walk in
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Give him my name
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Looks up and down
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Takes a good look at my pecs
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Puts down the clipboard
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Opens the rope for my 'stache
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Walk in with my duffle hanging
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Hat is tilted, I뭢 inside
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My eyes dream of bedroom surprise
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They call it climbing, and I call it visibility
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They call it coolness, and I call it visibility
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They call it way too rowdy, and I call it finally free
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There뭩 a girl
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Her lips that have never seen
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She comes up
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Dances on me
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I look into her eyes
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I say, "Hey, yr not a dyke..."
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She says, "I call it climbing, and you call it visibility
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I call it coolness, and you call it visibility
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I call it way too rowdy, and you call it finally free"
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There뭩 a slap on my back
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I find another butch, hat cocked, and we
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We put our hands in the crowd
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And over and over
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We jump up and down
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They call it climbing, and we call it visibility
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They call it coolness, and we call it visibility
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They call it way too rowdy, and we call it finally free
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Viz
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| Le Tigre |
