My sweetheart’s piano is ratfilled
And mine is infested with bugs
The music we make is unnatural
But it sounds just like falling in love
This butch, this butch, this butch, this butch
She makes me go weak in the knees
But I can't let her see me swoon
Or else she will think I am weak
Tomorrow we'll dig through the garbage
And we'll fish out all kinds of neat trash
And when we go back to my apartment
She'll probably kick my fucking ass
This butch, this butch, this butch, this butch
She makes me go weak in the knees
But I can't let her see me swoon
Or else she will think I am weak
I sing her songs in my garage
And make her fall in love with me
And once we’re done the Sun is gone
We both just sit so nervously
I talk real slow
And speak real low
Hoping she'll lean into me
But we just laugh 'cause
What was that?
We can't take ourselves seriously
This butch, this butch, this butch, this butch
She makes me go weak in the knees
But I can't let her see me swoon
Or else she will think I am sweet
