You tell your son
that when he's older
you'll take him out chasing girls
He doesn't understand
but he'll get there in the end
and the boys, the boys the boys the boys
will handle themselves We are invisible, in your Dick and Judy lives
so sit back down and open up your eyes
cos we are autonomous and we have desires
and I'm so sick of pretending that I am what you are And in school
they tell you
to pick a partner for the dance
Yeah, you, girl
Go ahead and pick a man
and the girls, the girls the girls
will handle themselves And we don't need you
to know that we exist
We'll keep on going