she said to me with a sheepish little grin you ll fold in time you ll fold within and become a paragon of sin when you trust your soul with swine you ve got no room to wine how does it feel to know you ain t real at all you re nothing more than a dress and i ve got nothing no nothing to say to you cuz it will never be we finally opened your pores we never got you the cure when we tried and tried and tried it was never enough put down your cards and fold cuz you ve got to know when to hold them til the end til the end i won t trust myself with them how does it feel to know you ain t real at all you re nothing more than a dress and i ve got nothing no nothing to say to you cuz it will never be 