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)