Months go by and I'm alone in bed
Why didn't God give her two left feet
Then she couldn't run away from me
Then she couldn't run away from me
She thinks I'm sad and that's alright
Just to see my fair Patricia
But she doesn't hate me so there's my little alibi
I go to all this effort
Oh, Patricia the stripper you are my sunshine
While she's greasing up for when the businessmen and lawyers arrive
Going home with some other guy
Then she couldn't run away from me
I can't, I can't leave, I can't, I can't, I can't
I've got to wear a beard, a suit and tie
Mixed with an empty feeling inside
Why couldn't God give her two left feet?
Oh, Patricia the stripper come on home tonight
It's such a bad idea
To fall in love with a 'lady of the night'
I didn't mean to get involved it was the alcohol
To get past the door if I want to see my girl tonight
Oh, why couldn't God give her two left feet?
She's my coked up Botox girl
Oh, Patricia the stripper you are my sunshine
Patricia, Patricia
