suggestion

Pearl Jam

Why can't I walk down a street
Free of suggestion?
Is my body the only trait in the eye's of men?
I've got some skin
You want to look in

There lays no reward in what you discover
You spent yourself watching me suffer
Suffer you words,
suffer your eyes, suffer you hands
Suffer your interpretation,
of what it is to be a man

I've got some skin
You want to look in
She does nothing to deserve it
He only wants to observe it

We sit back like they taught us
We keep quiet like they taught us
He just 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
But we are all guilty