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 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 There's no subsitute for human flesh