Lyrics Real Live Dress - Smog

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
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 subsitute for human flesh
There's no subsitute for human flesh
There's no subsitute for human flesh
There's no subsitute for human flesh
There's no subsitute for human flesh
There's no subsitute for human flesh
There's no subsitute for human flesh
My anaconda
Don't want none
Unless it's got buttons on
Baby's got back
I like big butts