Team Gina - Butch/Femme lyrics

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!