Real Live Dress

She was wearing
A real live dress
Waiting for a friend of mine
She was wearing
A real live dress
Waiting for a friend to undermime

This dress was better than flesh
She wore it when she wanted us to look our best
She hadn't worn it for a long time
But now we are three
One scattered
Two fallow
Three uncaring

And three, that's me
I mean who really gives a fuck
About that dress
Not me
Or my then friend
Or the mess
That enlivened the dress

Don't you know there's no substitute
For human flesh
There's no substitute
For human flesh

My anaconda don't want none
Unless it's got buns hon
Baby's got back
I like big butts