11 The Gross Gross Man
Bif Naked Lyrics


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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
Yeah, right!

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
I'm not!
I swear!




Being "we women" sucks!
Fuck you!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "11 The Gross Gross Man" by Bif Naked depict the uncomfortable experience many women face when being objectified by men. The song specifically speaks to a woman who is being stared at by a man who makes her feel disgusted and uncomfortable. She expresses the societal expectations placed on women to not acknowledge this kind of behavior and just tolerate it silently. Despite her strong urge to flip the man off in defiance, she refrains from doing so and instead shares the story of when she once did and faced harsh criticism as a result. The lyrics express the frustration of being told by society that feeling uncomfortable is a woman's problem that she must learn to cope with.


Line by Line Meaning

He keeps looking at me
The man continues to stare at me


With his groping, watching eyeballs
With his lecherous gaze


Gross! We women, we are supposed to
It's disgusting! Society expects women to


Just drop our eyes and be quiet
Simply ignore the situation and remain silent


Just don't look at the gross, gross man
Just avoid looking at the repulsive man


And hope he quits ogling
And pray that he stops staring


Believe it or not,
As surprising as it may seem,


I want to flip him the bird, ya know?
I want to give him the middle finger, you know?


But I don't, 'cause we women don't
But I don't because, as a woman, I shouldn't


Once I gave the finger to a bunch
I remember a time when I showed the finger to a group


Of construction dudes,
Of construction workers,


But they were yelling really bad stuff
But they were saying very crude things


About my "cookie"
About my private parts


It just got 'em all riled up,
It only made them more agitated


And then they yelled, "dyke!"
And then they called me a lesbian!


And I had PMS so I cried all the way home
And I was on my period, so I cried all the way home


Gross, gross man still gawking
The creepy man is still staring


As I sit here writing... what's he thinking?
As I'm here writing, what is he thinking?


Gee, maybe I'll invite him up
Ha! Maybe I should invite him over


To my sex den and he can fondle my boobies
And let him touch my breasts


Yeah, right!
As if!


Stupid gross man, quit staring!
Stupid, disgusting man, stop staring!


Gosh, he just won't let up
He just won't stop


It makes me feel really uncomfortable
It makes me feel extremely uneasy


I wish I could just crawl under a rock!
I wish I could disappear!


'Cause we women are supposed to
Because society expects women to


Just feel bad about ourselves
Just feel guilty about ourselves


Like we're doing something wrong
As though we're the ones in the wrong


I'm not!
But I'm not!


I swear!
I promise!


Being "we women" sucks!
Being a woman is terrible!


Fuck you!
Fuck you!




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Comments from YouTube:

AORaCC

I love it

Tiffany Grey

wonderful poem, found it from hollaback.

say astra

not really a poem, but a interesting spoken word piece anyway (it's on her debut self title album)

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