I like men in a suit.
When he walk in the room, it's like everyone is saying, 'Hush!' and they look on
With an anticipated silence.
He walks with a different walk, each step commanding the room
To stand at attention, he is here!
That same guy I saw in street clothes yesterday
Is now a Man
Brushing the floor with his gait
His smile is whiter, wider, sweeter
The way his suit crinkles as he moves his hands
Makes me want to sidle next to him, wrap my arms around him
The way his sleeves whisper
Against my ear as he nods at me, at everybody
Makes me want to cry because I want him to ask, "Will you dance with me?"
This beautiful masculinity, the strength, the assurance of being next to one
While you feel safe and warm and pretty next to one
Is very discouraged now
They want women to wear a suit.
But to me, it's not the same.