Tense and inviting but unyielding unexciting but appealing
I'm nothing concealing wind me up I'll have sex on the ceiling.
I don't hold with the girl who calls herself Rebel and tries to sell the life
I'm leading Pump up the treble and send in my body double.
I'm not giving anything up to these girls who wlak around dressed like me, expecting to get what's do to me I¹m nothing conceding now once with feeling
Pump me up the treble.
We're coopting Rock, the language of Sexism, to address gender identity on its own terms of complexity
We're here to instruct, not to distract
We won't take your attention without giving some back.
