“Savior” by St. Vincent

But then you say, “Please,” then you say, “Please.”

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 habit
Hail Mary pass, ’cause you know I’ll 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 then you say, “Please.”
Then you say, “Please.”

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.”)

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