Only Straight Girls Wear Dresses
CWA Lyrics
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While the dyke who wrote it must not have a brain at all
I got all perturbed, yes, I got mighty mad
At all the assumptions made about my clad
So I left the ladies' lounge in a cloud of perfume
When I saw the same gal who vandalized the bathroom
She looked at me from across her foamy brew
I saw a spark of interest in her half closed eyes
So I moseyed over to her feeling sex between my thighs
I said, "You're kinda cute with hidden zeal"
She turned to me and said, "Hey, are you for real?"
"Only straight girls wear dresses," it read in her eyes
If I had been in my Levi's
She'd be quick to lick
But because I'm in a mini-skirt, she thinks I suck to(e)-dick
So I flicked my Bic and lit my self an Ultra Slim
I said, "One date with me, you'll never be the same again"
She said, "You think you know about a women's pleasure?"
"Hun, what I know is too much to measure..."
I grabbed her chin
She gave a slight grin
I said, "Bitch I'm not a talent scout
If you fuck with me, I'm gonna wear you out..."
She said, "I've never been one to back down from a dare
I'll see what you're made of anytime, anywhere."
"Then get your fat butt off that bar seat
I'm not gonna do you where all can see...
You screamin' under my hand
Your entire body under my command."
She followed my tail back to the room of sin
Where her dream-come-true was about to begin
I got both hands into her tight-waist band
Our eyes were locked and that's where I began
I slammed her firmly up against the wall
Undid her buttons so her jeans could fall
Tugged on the snaps of her black leather vest
Low and behold I found two fine breasts
I began to shiver but I played it cool
"Don't let them see you sweat," is my golden rule
I had a crush on this girl since two months ago
But to a dish like me, she was stone cold...
Putty in my hands; she was what I was kissing
Only now what she find out what she'd been missing
I took her mouth; it was hot and wet
While my hands roamed, she was loosing her façade
Her pussy was dripping and I heard her say, "Please"
So I whipped out my latex and went between her knees
Her legs squeezed me tight, she could not resist
Meanwhile I wondered how she'd feel around my fist
I ate her up like a ripe, fresh mango
Her butt was jerkin' like a double-time tango
She's breathing hard and clawing at my head
Could she come standing up or should I pull her down instead?
This girl was wet with sweat and lust, I could see
I began to wonder what she would do for me
She began to drool and I heard a loud wail
Then she came with a tremor that measured on the Rhictor Scale
"Only straight girls wear dresses" glared in red above her head
As she stared at me with surprise and respect
"Now before you eat me, you better eat those words..."
She grabbed me by the neck and the rest is a blur
The song "Only Straight Girls Wear Dresses" by CWA is about defying stereotypes and assumptions about one's sexuality based on their clothing choices. The lyrics speak of encountering a message scrawled on a bathroom stall claiming that only straight girls wear dresses, which infuriates the singer. She later encounters the writer of the message and engages in a sexual encounter, showing that assumptions based on clothing choices are completely unfounded.
The lyrics also show the singer's confidence in her own sexuality and willingness to challenge societal norms. She doesn't conform to expectations and doesn't let others dictate how she presents herself. This is exemplified in her choice to wear a mini-skirt and her bold and assertive actions towards the other woman.
Overall, "Only Straight Girls Wear Dresses" is a celebration of individuality and the rejection of harmful stereotypes.
Line by Line Meaning
"Only straight girls wear dresses," It read upon the stall
The writer of this message on the bathroom stall must be brainless to make such an assumption that only straight girls wear dresses.
While the dyke who wrote it must not have a brain at all
I got angry at the person who wrote the message and assumed they were brainless.
I got all perturbed, yes, I got mighty mad
I was upset and angry at the assumptions made about what I was wearing.
At all the assumptions made about my clad
I was frustrated with people making assumptions about me based on my clothing.
So I left the ladies' lounge in a cloud of perfume
I left the bathroom feeling frustrated, but still maintaining my femininity.
When I saw the same gal who vandalized the bathroom
I saw the person who wrote the message vandalizing the bathroom.
She looked at me from across her foamy brew
The person who wrote the message noticed me from across the room.
Checked out my hot pants and fancy hair-dew
She examined my clothing and hairstyle.
I saw a spark of interest in her half closed eyes
I noticed a spark of attraction in her eyes.
So I moseyed over to her feeling sex between my thighs
I confidently walked over to her, feeling an undeniable attraction.
I said, "You're kinda cute with hidden zeal"
I complimented her and flirted with her in a subtle manner.
She turned to me and said, "Hey, are you for real?"
She was surprised at my flirting and questioned whether I was serious.
"Only straight girls wear dresses," it read in her eyes
She still held on to the assumption that only straight women wear dresses.
If I had been in my Levi's, she'd be quick to lick
If I had been wearing something more masculine, she would have responded more eagerly.
But because I'm in a mini-skirt, she thinks I suck to(e)-dick
She assumes I am only interested in men because of my choice of clothing.
So I flicked my Bic and lit my self an Ultra Slim
I lit a cigarette in a confident and nonchalant manner.
I said, "One date with me, you'll never be the same again"
I propositioned her with confidence.
She said, "You think you know about a women's pleasure?"
She was skeptical of my ability to please her.
"Hun, what I know is too much to measure..."
I assured her that I was well-equipped to pleasure her.
I grabbed her chin
I took control of the situation.
She gave a slight grin
She was intrigued by my dominance.
I said, "Bitch I'm not a talent scout
I established that I was not looking for a relationship or flattery.
If you fuck with me, I'm gonna wear you out..."
I warned her that I am not to be trifled with.
She said, "I've never been one to back down from a dare
She accepted my challenge with confidence.
I'll see what you're made of anytime, anywhere."
She was ready to prove herself.
"Then get your fat butt off that bar seat
I took control of the situation and told her what I wanted.
I'm not gonna do you where all can see...
I set boundaries and expressed my desire for intimacy with privacy.
You screamin' under my hand
I am controlling the pleasure.
Your entire body under my command."
I am in control of the situation and her pleasure.
She followed my tail back to the room of sin
She agreed to come with me to a private room for intimacy.
Where her dream-come-true was about to begin
She was excited about what was to come.
I got both hands into her tight-waist band
I was eagerly undressing her.
Our eyes were locked and that's where I began
We were focused on each other and the intimacy that was about to happen.
I slammed her firmly up against the wall
I exerted dominance and control in the situation.
Undid her buttons so her jeans could fall
I continued to undress her with strong intention.
Tugged on the snaps of her black leather vest
I removed her clothing with confidence and control.
Low and behold I found two fine breasts
I was pleased with what I found as I continued to undress her.
I began to shiver but I played it cool
I tried to maintain composure, despite being excited.
"Don't let them see you sweat," is my golden rule
I focused on keeping my confidence level high and not showing vulnerability.
I had a crush on this girl since two months ago
I had been attracted to her for a long time before this encounter.
But to a dish like me, she was stone cold...
I was confident in my own attractiveness and ability to seduce.
Putty in my hands; she was what I was kissing
I was in control and enjoying the moment.
Only now what she find out what she'd been missing
She was experiencing pleasure in a way she never had before.
I took her mouth; it was hot and wet
We were passionately kissing each other.
While my hands roamed, she was loosing her façade
She was becoming more and more vulnerable as I touched her.
Her pussy was dripping and I heard her say, "Please"
She was becoming more aroused and asking for more.
So I whipped out my latex and went between her knees
I was prepared to pleasure her with protection.
Her legs squeezed me tight, she could not resist
She was enjoying the pleasure and expressing it physically.
Meanwhile I wondered how she'd feel around my fist
I was considering exploring more intense forms of pleasure.
I ate her up like a ripe, fresh mango
I pleasured her in a way that felt satisfying to both of us.
Her butt was jerkin' like a double-time tango
She was physically expressing the pleasure she was experiencing.
She's breathing hard and clawing at my head
She was expressing her pleasure physically and audibly.
Could she come standing up or should I pull her down instead?
I was considering other positions for pleasuring her.
This girl was wet with sweat and lust, I could see
We were both enjoying the pleasure of the moment.
I began to wonder what she would do for me
I was fantasizing about other forms of pleasure I could experience with her.
She began to drool and I heard a loud wail
She was reaching a peak of pleasure.
Then she came with a tremor that measured on the Rhictor Scale
She experienced an intense orgasm that was physically and audibly apparent.
"Only straight girls wear dresses" glared in red above her head
The message on the bathroom stall was still on her mind, despite the pleasure she was experiencing with me.
As she stared at me with surprise and respect
She was surprised by the pleasure she had experienced with me and impressed by my skills.
"Now before you eat me, you better eat those words..."
She challenged me to reconsider my assumptions about her based on her choice of clothing.
She grabbed me by the neck and the rest is a blur
We continued to enjoy the intimate experience without regard for anything else.
Contributed by Cameron A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@BretLeduc
This song got the job done a few times.
@imthebossmermaid3648
This song should have been in "But I'm a Cheerleader".
@lepsu0176
Very cool song! Remember growing up with this!!
@kennethhausrath6306
Same...
@mindmutebutton
My baby dyke theme song.
@silversparks4372
does anyone know anything about this band? the only piece of information i can find about them is that they put out this one song on the sampler.
@_lauwarm_
I’m also dying to know
@watcher818
Heard on Rodney Bingenheimer's show KROQ back in the day!
@strwbrryjam2864
I love this song but only recently discovered it
@rivershaley
someone please tell me who’s singing. i need to know who she is