My sweetheart's piano is rat filled

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 may 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 laugh so nervously

I talk real slow

And speak real low

Hoping she'll lean into me

And 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 may think I am weak