He keeps looking at me
With his groping, watching eyeballs
Gross! We women, we are supposed to
Just drop our eyes and be quiet
Just don't look at the gross, gross man
And hope he quits ogling
Believe it or not,
I want to flip him the bird, ya know?
But I don't, 'cause we women don't
Once I gave the finger to a bunch
Of construction dudes,
But they were yelling really bad stuff
About my "cookie"
It just got 'em all riled up,
And then they yelled, "dyke!"
And I had PMS so I cried all the way home
Gross, gross man still gawking
As I sit here writing... what's he thinking?
Gee, maybe I'll invite him up
To my sex den and he can fondle my boobies
Stupid gross man, quit staring!
Gosh, he just won't let up
It makes me feel really uncomfortable
I wish I could just crawl under a rock!
'Cause we women are supposed to
Just feel bad about ourselves
Like we're doing something wrong
Being "we women" sucks!
The Gross, Gross Man Lyrics