The Ultimate Stare-Down!

Objectified!

Ma'am, tell your b***s to stop staring at me,

they may think I didn't notice, but I can see.

No matter where I look, when I look back, there they are,

have they no shame, yes, it's getting quite bizarre.

They don't see me as anything but a shiny new sex toy,

but I'm so much more than just a between-the-sheets boy.

I want to be accepted for my brain, not brawn,

if they don't stop staring, from this party, I'm so gone.

Just another example of breasts being nothing more than a rutting pig,

Let them know if they don't stop, I'm gone, they dig?