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I waste film on you, filming you frame by frame In nights in cold with colds we sniff to keep the mucus Filming me filming you (a-ha!) It cements the closeness that we feel apart Without a compass, our north becomes repellant Filming me filming you The lens steams up - sexism into film Our big legs projected in the winter Filming me filming you The lens steams up - sexism into film A hand that points and directs by men Filming me filming you A ladder, a symbol We see phallic everywhere From Letras Mania