Butch - Saint Motel

Oh no, there she goes, dressed up in daddy’s clothes

Quick while he’s still away

Slip into 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

And I think I’m into you, but what am I to do?

Girl, 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 into his shoes, zip up them denim blues

And let yourself fade away