| Walk in 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, I’m 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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| There’s a girl
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| Her lips that have never seen
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| She comes up 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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| There’s a slap on my back
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| I find another butch, hat cocked, and we 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 |