I run my fingers through

her blackish blondish hair

Look into her brown blue eyes

and touch her skin so dark and fair

Because I like how she encourages

and scolds me

How even as her left hand pushes me

away her right arm holds me

It's nice to know she's always waiting

for me at the dead ends

Guess I need a little love from every

little square of my sweet little patchwork girlfriend

Of my sweet little patchwork girlfriend

I can't tell if

she would rather take or leave me

And I'm not sure what I'm saying

but I'm sure I want her to believe me

So I run my fingers through

her blackish blondish brownish

reddish grayish hair

And tell her I won't mess around

with other girls unless they're her

It's nice to know

she's always waiting for me at the dead ends

Guess I need a little love from every little square

of my sweet little patchwork girlfriend

Of my sweet little patchwork girlfriend

Though I'm no more boy scout

than boyfriend I could see tying the knot

Instead it's my hands that are tied

because that'd be against the law even in Utah

It's nice to know

she's always waiting for me at the dead ends

Guess I need a little love from every little square

of my sweet little patchwork girlfriend

She's anywhere I could ever go

ain't no false start or dead end

That could take me away from,

couldn't bring me back to my sweet little

patchwork girlfriend

Or my big bitter patchwork girlfriend

Or my sweet little patchwork girlfriend