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