The Male Gaze
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Forcing myself
Through a telescope lens
To a sea of bad moods
Shrink in my seat
As the currents compete
And my body turns blue
I couldn't look!
And my eyes got sore!
In the wild, wild, wild!
I've got the male gaze!
I'm thinking that someday
I'll be thrown up
On a sea of bad moods
Maybe they'll write
That I couldn't be turned
From my bookstore view
I couldn't look!
And my eyes got sore!
In the wild, wild, wild!
I've got the male gaze!
(But so what?)
I've got my father's eyes and
Milkman's soul
There's still a lot a lot a lot of things
That you don't know
I've got my father's eyes and
Milkman's soul
There's still a lot a lot a lot of things
That you don't know
I've got my father's eyes and
Milkman's soul
There's still a lot a lot a lot of things
That you don't know
I've got my father's eyes and
Milkman's soul
There's still a lot a lot a lot of things
That you don't know
I got satsumas
As payment in kind
But the passing trade
Has left me behind
If you turn into an object on the second night
Will my eyes get used to it -
Will your heart compete with it
After failure?
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