Butch
Saint Motel
Oh no there she goes, dressed up in Daddy's clothes
Quick while he's still away
Slip in to his shoes, zip up them denim blues
And let yourself fade away
Walk to your front door, meet me by my old house, wait there by the side
I think I'm into you, but what am I into, a girl or are you a guy
And I can't see us walking down the aisle
How does it look, through other people's eyes?
How does it feel, with someone else's thighs?
I just can't relate, cause I don't feel the same
I am waiting, I am ready
I can't see us walking down the aisle
Crashing private parts, electric plastic skin
Truth is on the tongue, come on and slip it in
I just can't relate, cause I don't feel the same
I am waiting, I am ready
Oh no there she goes, dressed up in Daddy's clothes
Quick while he's still away
Slip in to his shoes, zip up them denim blues
And let yourself fade away
