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  I look into her eyes  I say, "Hey, yr 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, and 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, and we call it finally free