You dress me up in a nurse's outfit
It rides and sticks to my thighs and my hips
You put me in a teacher's little denim skirt
Ruler and desk so I can make it hurt
But I keep you on your best behavior
Honey, I can't be your savior
Love you to the grave and farther
Honey, I am not your martyr
You dress me in a nun's black habit
Hail Mary pass, 'cause you know I'll grab it
Hand me a badge, and a little billy club
Like I'm supposed to book you on a hit-and-run
Adore you to the grave and farther
Honey, I can't be your martyr
Maybe it's just human nature
But honey, I can't be your savior
But then you say, "Please."
"Please."
Dress me in leather
Oh, that's a little better
But that's still not it
None of this **** fits
But I keep you on your best behavior
Honey, I can't be your savior
Love you to the grave and farther
Honey, I am not your martyr
But then you say, "Please."
"Please."
"Please. Please."
"Please."
"Please."
"Please."
"Please."
"Please."
"Please."
(They call me a strange girl)
(And they speak to me in bruises)
(I got 'em tryin' to save the world)
(They said, "Girl, you're not Jesus.")