Savior کے بول

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 outfit Hail Mary past, 'cause you know I 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 Then you say: Please Dress me in leather Oh, that's a little better But that's still not it None of this shit 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 Then you say: Please Please Please Please (They call me a strange girl) (And they speak to me in bruises) Please (I got 'em tryin' to save the world) (They said: Girl, you're not Jesus) (They call me a strange girl) Please (And they speak to me in bruises) (I got 'em tryin' to save the world) (They said: Girl, you're not Jesus) Please (They call me a strange girl) (And they speak to me in bruises) Please (I got 'em tryin' to save the world) (They said: Girl, you're not Jesus) Please (I got 'em tryin' to save the world) Please (They call me a strange girl) (And they speak to me in bruises) Please (I got 'em tryin' to save the world) (They said: Girl, you're not Jesus)