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