Second Wave

I don't have AIDS And I don't care about marriage And I will never be pushing A loud-ass baby around in a carriage No, I'll just walk around With a scowl in my face Like I'm Betty Friedan Because the second-wave feminist in me Is at war with the dick-sucking black gay man Who's not looking for now As much as 15 years later And so the Grindr crowd turns me into a chronic Stay-at-home masturbator When I wanna go out on a Saturday night I don't feel that I can Because the second-wave feminist in me Is at war with the dick-sucking black gay man So I fall outside of the norm 'Cause I burn my bra to keep warm While most of my brethren swarm to Beyoncé and Rihanna And bareback and felching and so on But they won't get AIDS 'Cause now they're taking Truvada And I don't know what to say So I stay in my corner And I just say nada And watch them all they do What they want without fear And without having a plan Meanwhile the second-wave feminist in me Is at war with the dick-sucking black gay man So nobody comes on my chest And I come off sounding repressed But maybe that's all for the best If I want something deeper And someone who thinks I'm a keeper And who can understand my long hesitation And who will take my hand And help me undo this polarization And lets me curl up with Charlene Mary Jo, Julia and Suzanne Until the second-wave feminist in me Ends the war with his dick-sucking black gay man