1: Damn. You see that girl over there Gina?
2: Yeah, the one with the leatherman?
1: Oh. She looks real good.
1: They don't make them like that anymore
2: It's true. They're a dying breed.
1: And you know what's sad? You don't see as many of them as you used to, like in the day you know, when they had to wear at least three pieces of women's clothing so they wouldn't get arrested?
2: Yeah, they would get tattoos of stars so they would recognise each other.
1: Aw, she's just so tough
2: Damn
1: She's just so handsome
2: She's so...butch!
I like butch girls and I cannot lie
You other femmes can't deny
When a butch walks in all the femmes wanna fuss
Because there's like one of them and thirty of us
I see you girl with your backwards cap
And I know you want me to sit in your lap
Butches and femmes I think it's so hot
Because they know how to hit each other's right spot
Sometimes I miss the butch/femme dynamic
Because only girls in carhartts can make me panic
It's frantic - the way we search the room for signs of life
Wearing a wife beater, half-season hair spike
I like a girl whose pants hang of her a**
I like a girl with a little bit of body ma**
I like a girl who knows she makes me gawk
At her star tattoos, sungla**es and mohawk
When I spot a butch and her eyes avert this
The words won't come out because I get so nervous
How do I tell her that I like her style?
I'm the kind of femme to go the extra mile
Fulfil your needs, kiss you for days
But in the morning you scramble the eggs
With a french manicure I can still fix the plumbing
And I don't need a man to give me a good humping
I know how to change my oil
And I can talk to a hot butch girl with a bunch of foil
When we walk down the street together
Open my doors forever and ever
Write me letters, bring me flowers
Screw me all night for hours and hours
I wanna date butch girls for life
Every butch in town wanna make me her wife
Take me for a walk down a dark alley
And I'll show you the meaning of femme hospitality
That's how we do
Wanna show some appreciation
On behalf of the queer femme nation (x3)
Huh? What? You know what I like?
The rough strong hands of a big butch dyke (x3)
Butch dyke. Butch dyke dyke dyke
Butch:
I don't wanna look tough but I got to start speaking
I'll put my arms around you while you're sleeping
I don't wanna treat you like a doormat
If you have a flat tyre, I could change that
I could be there too to relieve your tension
And I could hook up your stereo-system
Plus, if there was a noise in the night
I'd be the one jumping out the bed and ready to fight
And I'd do my best to keep you safe and sound
And then take you out for a night in the town
'Cos I love to watch you getting ready
But most of the time you never let me
But that's ok, you're worth the wait
And who says that femmes can't pay for the date?
That's the way I roll, don't be mad at me
And if you've got a problem, come to daddy...
Wanna show some appreciation
On behalf of the queer femme nation (x3)
Huh? What? You know what I like?
The rough strong hands of a big butch dyke (x3)
Hey butch girl, I'm kinda having a problem
I see you from your hanky that you're flagging a bottom (What?)
It's not that I wanna be a stereotype
Of a pa**ive femme girl, receptive, polite
But come on is your bark worse than your bite?
Are you really going to make me top you tonight? (No!)
I'm not trying to be predictable
But you're going to have to pin me against this wall..
Wanna show some appreciation
On behalf of the queer femme nation (x4)
(Oh. Is that what that bandana meant? Oh no. I must have had that in the wrong pocket or something. I'm a top, I swear!)
There ain't no butch like the one I got
No one can - me better
Sleeps around but she gives me a laugh
She's got a harness made of leather
My friends they tell me I should leave her alone
Uh huh, uh huh
Well, tell them dykes to find a butch of their own.
Owww!