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Even though it seemed that I'd picked her up
She put me on her list of just another beat up storey

And even though I said no too an affair
I wasn't really thinking that at all

Driving around in her old French car
Longing to belong to the chosen crowd
Staring in my talent of bluff show
Blinkered as hell and ready to go

The night wore on and it was really something
As I starred into her big brown eyes
And complimented her far to early
She forced a smile
Having heard every line a thousand times
All I could think of was glory

We trundled into the dimly lit club
That was full of statue like lonely wolves
Lining the edge of the dance floor
With their bulging eyes and razor tongues
Their aching torsos swelling up

Dancing under big glass balls
Mixing up the alcohol
Fooling around
Pruning
Choosing
Counting
Invading
Waiting
Impregnating
Having fun
Voyeurs at large
Desire and lust

As we spoke I heard nothing
My mind was askew
Only a long empty note
Sounding the capture call

So she left with a poor excuse
As he waited out of view
Guess it was just the male gaze
That's all I ever knew

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from Used Culture - side C & D, released July 26, 2022

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