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
fast-walkin' with my duffel hangin'
Hat is tilted on the side,
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 I call it finally free.

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 you call it finally free.

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.

Free. (x4)

Copyright: TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Writer(s): JOCELYN SAMSON, JOHANNA FATEMAN, KATHLEEN M HANNA