Le Tigre

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, and I call it finally free
There's a girl
Her lips that have never seen
She comes up
Dances on me