She was wearin'   A real live dress   Waiting for a friend of mine   She was wearin'   A real live dress   Waiting for a friend   To undermine...      This dress was better than flesh   She wore it   When she wanted us   To look our best   She hadn't worn it   For a very 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 enlivens the dress      Don't you know:   There's no substitute   For human flesh (x8)      My anaconda   Don't want none   Unless it's got buttons on   Baby's got back   I like big butts...