My sweetheart's piano is ratfilled
And mine is infested with bugs
The music we make is unnatural
But it sounds just like falling in love

This butch, this butch, this butch, this butch
She makes me go weak in the knees
But I can't let her see me swoon
Or else she may think I am weak

I sing her songs in my garage
And make her fall in love with me
And once we're done the Sun is gone
We both just laugh so nervously

I talk real slow
And speak real low
Hoping she'll lean into me

And we just laugh 'cause
What was that?
We can't take ourselves seriously

This buch, this butch, this butch, this butch
She makes me go weak in the knees
But I can't let her see me swoon
Or else she may think I am weak