Viz

Walk in
Give him my name
Looks up and down
Takes a good look at my pecs

Puts down the clipboard
Opens the rope for my ‘stache
Walk in with my duffle hanging

Hat is tilted
I'm inside
My eyes dream of bedroom surprise

They call it climbing, and I call it visibility
They call it coolness, and I call it visibility
They call it way too rowdy, I call it finally free

There’s a girl
Her lips that have never seen
She comes up
Dances on me

I look into her eyes
I say "Hey, you’re not a dyke"
She says:

"I call it climbing, and you call it visibility
I call it coolness, and you call it visibility
I call it way too rowdy, you call it finally free"

There’s a slap
On my back
I find another butch, hat cocked, and we

We put out our hands
In the crowd
And over and over we jump up and down

They call it climbing, and we call it visibility
They call it coolness, and we call it visibility
They call it way too rowdy, we call it finally free