Why can't I walk down a street free of suggestion?

Why can't I walk down a street free of suggestion?

Is my body my only trait in the eyes of men?

In the eyes of men

I've got some skin

When you want to look in

I've got some

There lays no reward (In what you, in what you)

In what you discover

You spent yourself, boy

Watching me suffer

Suffer your words, suffer your eyes, suffer your hands

Suffer your interpretation (Of what it is)

Of what it is (What it is)

What it is (What it is)

What it is (What it is) to be a man

I've got some skin

When you wanna look in

Well, I've got some

She does nothing to deserve it

He touches 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

We are all here

But we are all...

Guilty!