| Why can't i walk down a street free of suggestion? | |
| Is my body the only trait in the eye's of men? | |
| I've got some skin | |
| You want to look in | |
| There lays no reward in what you discover | |
| You spent yourself watching me suffer | |
| Suffer you words, suffer your eyes, suffer your hands | |
| Suffer your interpretation of what it is to be a man | |
| I've got some skin | |
| You want to look in | |
| She does nothing to deserve it | |
| He looks at her cause he wants to observe it | |
| We sit back like they taught us | |
| We keep quiet like they taught us | |
| He just wants he wants to prove it | |
| She does nothing to remove it | |
| We don't want anyone to mind us | |
| So we play the roles that they assigned us | |
| She does nothing to conceal it | |
| He touches her 'cause he wants to feel it | |
| We blame her for being there | |
| But we are all here | |
| We're all... guilty |