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

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,
cos 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