Six Foot Futch

It worked in theory and fell flat in execution
To make it so that women would prefer taller spouses
Men go vice versa, so one day evolution
Will squeeze the gays through cat flaps while lesbians stomp houses

I never was a man, but I did a good impression
And I'm still new to this, and so I've got a question

Is this how all the girls feel about six foot futch?
Is this how all the girls feel about six foot futch?

Six foot futch has the bearings of a warrior
And if I took her hand in mine nobody'd dare disturb us
Just something in her tells me that she's one who'd take no quarter
Cause no-one else but six foot futch can make me so damn nervous

Is this the estrogen, or did the world get more scary?
And if I asked, would the answer prepare me?

Is this how all the girls feel about six foot futch?
Is this how all the girls feel about six foot futch?
Is this how all the girls feel about six foot futch?
Is this how all the girls feel?

And I pray the pills shrink me down so she can hold me better
But even then I'll wish that I was tall enough to impress her
Just somewhere in the hormones let me find a frame of reference
Do I want to hold her, or to be her?
Since when has there been a difference?
Since when has there been a difference?



Credits
Writer(s): Leah Liddle
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