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Why can't i walk down a street free of suggestion? Is my body the only trait in the eye's of men? I've got some skin You want to look in There lays no reward in what you discover You spent yourself watching me suffer Suffer you words, suffer your eyes, suffer your hands Suffer your interpretation of what it is to be a man I've got some skin You want to look in She does nothing to deserve it He looks at her cause he wants to observe it We sit back like they taught us We keep quiet like they taught us He just wants he wants to prove it She does nothing to remove it We don't want anyone to mind us So we play the roles that they assigned us She does nothing to conceal it He touches her 'cause he wants to feel it We blame her for being there But we are all here We're all... guilty |
