Tribe 8

Tribe 8 - Butch In the Streets

Struttin on an I-beam in her steel boots and tool belt, telling all the boys what to do
Takes off her hard hat, runs her hair through her crew cut, but don't let all those muscles fool you
She's a walking paradox in her jeans and her Docs, sporting big ugly tattoos
She goes home throws her legs in the air, hoping no-ones heard the news

She's a butch in the streets, femme in the sheets
She's just a girl when she goes home
She wants to get plowed like everyone else, don't let her fool you she's femme to the bone

Butch in the streets, femme in the sheets (butch in the streets)
Butch in the streets, femme in the sheets (femme in the sheets)
She swaggers down the streets in her leather at night, you like the way she mounts her Harley-Davison bike
Jump on the back, she gives it a rev, don't think she's gonna top you, 'cause she's belly-up in bed

She's a butch in the streets, femme in the sheets
She's just a girl when she goes home
She wants to get plowed like everyone else, don't let her fool you she's femme to the bone

Butch in the streets, femme in the sheets (butch in the streets)
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