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lyrics

Tell me boy, what are you afraid of?
That she’ll think you’re a fag for
Moving to the beat and letting it go,
Shaking your ass and letting it show?

Cuz real men move like breadsticks—
Stiff and stale no flash or tricks—
Can’t bend your knees or wave your hips—
Everyone knows that shit’s for chicks!

You gotta make sure she knows your het,
And I guess it does seem pretty bent,
If there’s a real chance that she gets
Even a little bit slightly wet!

Go a head and listen to your logic!
Does it seem fuckin’ stupid yet?
Can you fuckin’ hear yourself?
So please just stop and…

Saltate!
Saltate!
Saltate!
Saltate!

Shit’s fuckin’ weak.
Go ahead—ask me.
How do I know?

Let me tell you a fucking trick.
Think with your brain and not your dick!
Like Key and Peele said ask your bitch,
Then do what she says you fucking twit!

Het women like het and bi dudes
That have a clue how to move,
Cuz guess what? That’s how you’ll prove
What moves you’ll bring to her room.

So let the beat infect your body,
Like a servant of Astarte!
Toxic masculinity dissolving…

Saltate!
Saltate!
Saltate!
Saltate!

So let the beat infect your body—
So let the beat infect your body—
So let the beat infect your body,
Like a servant of Astarte!
Toxic masculinity dissolving…

Saltate!
Saltate!
Saltate!
Saltate!

credits

from Vademecum​—​Vadetecum, released June 4, 2022
Nathan Meluvor (Music, Lyrics, Voice, Programming)
Daniel Sitler (Music, Upright Bass)

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