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
Honey, I am not your martyr But then you say, "Please"
They call me a strange girl, and they speak to me in verses
I got them trying to save the world, they said, "girl, you're not Jesus"
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"
Dress me in leather
Oh, that's a little better
But that's still not it
None of this shit fits