Patchwork Girlfriend

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 (grayish?!) hair And tell her I won't mess around with other girls unless they're hot 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