Savior - St. Vincent

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

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»)