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 suprise
 They call it climbing, and I call it visibility
 They call it coolness, and I call it visibility
 They call it way too rowdy, and I call it finally free
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 There's a girl
 Her lips 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, and you call it finally free"
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 There's a slap on my back
 I find another butch, hat cocked, and we
 We put 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
 (Two, three, four)
 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
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 Free, free, free, free